The relationship between writer and public may be simply stated in general terms. The writer writes because he has, or thinks he has, something to say; and one may also assume (though the reader may sometimes doubt if the assumption is justified) that he writes in order to be understood. Those of the public who read his work do so for a variety of reasons, which may be grouped under one or more of three headings: pleasure, instruction, guidance. All this applies to the Irish writer as much as to any other. But there is one respect in which he is in a peculiar, though not unique, position. Since he writes in English he has, potentially at least, a much larger public outside his own country than inside; and this additional or alternative public is not remote but conveniently near at hand and was, in the nineteenth century, within the same political, economic, and social framework.1 To consider the effect of this state of affairs on Irish writing during that century is the purpose of this essay. The most immediately striking characteristic of the literary life of nineteenth-century Ireland is its contrast with that of the eighteenth century, and this contrast appears most clearly in the writers' choice of subject matter. It is true that in both centuries Irish authors wrote on the politics, the economy, and the social condition of Ireland; and some of their works on these topics, notably those of Swift and Berkeley, achieved a high degree of literary excellence. But even a cursory survey of the imaginative literature of eighteenth-century Ireland will show how little of it had a distinctively Irish character.2 During that century no Irish novelist published a novel of Irish life. Very few Irish poets found their inspiration in the scenery or the history or the society of their own country. There was, throughout the century, a long succession of Irish dramatists, but among the hundreds of plays that they wrote it would be hard to find more than a couple of dozen with an Irish setting. The nineteenth century presents a quite different picture. Much, perhaps most, of the work by which the century is now
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