John McGahern died in Dublin aged 71 on 30 March 2006. McGahern lived in border country, Co. Leitrim and Co. Roscommon, for much of his life. Although most of his published writing deals with this small (and poor) part of north-west rural Ireland, he was much more than a chronicler of a way of life that has now gone. His characters are ordinary people (not 'importances' in 'big shows' as the Irish
slang would put it), but they are the essence of life in its all glory. McGahern said that "the ordinary is the most precious thing in life" and he wrote in his last novel: 'the best of life is lived quietly, where nothing happens but our calm journey through the day, where change is imperceptible and the precious life is everything". This famous quote, with its attitude that is barely comprehensible in a world of Ipad excitements, adorns a commemorative bench in Ballinamore, across the road from his uncle's garage (Patrick McManus, or pat mac, but called, with gently mocking irony, the shah in the novel because of his attitude to the importance of his humble business).
McGahern's childhood and early adulthood were filled with tumult. A beloved mother who died of breast cancer (the subject matter of his first novel - The Barracks), a difficult father, a disappointed former IRA man for whom, like many, the new Ireland did not fulfill its promise, the banning of his second novel - The Dark - which had focused attention on abuse in Irish institutions.
McGahern saw post-independence Ireland as a theocracy, and blamed its strictures on sex for making a contribution to Ireland's cycle of misery - over-population, unhappy marriages, poverty, immigration. Although he lost his faith, a terrible wrench since he had promised his dying mother that he would become a priest, after being sacked from his teaching job for his book, The Dark, and for marrying a divorced woman, he was not hostile to the Church, indeed he was grateful to it for the sense of grace and transcendance he had given him.
For the last few decades of his life McGahern lived with his wife Madelaine on their farm near Laura Lake near Fenagh in Co. Leitrim. Here he wrote his greatest, and last, novel: That they may face the rising sun - in reference to the Irish practice of burying bodies facing east so that they will see the sun rise on the last day. It was published as By the Lake in the US, to prevent confusion with Japanese themes.Rising Sun is a long piece of poetry that explores the magic of ordinary life, the slow passage of time, with an emphasis on friendship, family and nature. Yet, it is no idyll. The difficulties of family relations are here, the disruption of immigration is here, the horrors of child institutions are here, the violence of the troubles is here. McGahern's portrayal of the land of his birth is frank, and pulls no punches. McGahern was influenced by Joyce's sense of the 'scupulous mean', an effort to get the words right without exaggerating one way or another. McGahern succeeds brilliantly in getting it just right - he neither exaggerates the horrors or the joys of Irish life.
Yet, there are moments, as the McGahern character, Joe Ruttledge, explains towards the end of the novel, when happiness unpursued just arrives and goes again. Several times in the novel Ruttledge, and his neighbour Jamesie Murphy, observe, in one form or another, that the local is the universal. Murphy says he has never left Leitrim but he knows all of life. Ruttledge ruminates on how the framework for his shed can also frame the whole sky.
McGahern means us to understand that his novel is not just about a small community in a poor part of Ireland, it is about how we all live our lives.