John McGahern's first novel, The Barracks, is very much a story of his own Irish childhood. His father was a policeman, and his mother died of cancer and in the novel, the father is a sergeant in a rural barracks house, whose wife, Elizabeth, dies of cancer. The novel is largely narrated by Elizabeth, who reminisces about an earlier love affair with a doctor, when she worked in London as a nurse. Elizabeth is not happy, although her relationship with her husband, Reegan, is tender at times, the hard slog of continual daily chores and the obligations she has to feed and care for her husband's three children (he was married before, and his first wife died of cancer too) and manage the house becomes a deadening burden to her, especially when she becomes ill. Her husband is much exercised by the contentious relationship he has with Superintendent Quirke. He is a forthright man and hates the servile attitude he is forced to assume with Quirke.
A novel about a woman dying of cancer - a woman burdened, depressed, miserable. Why would anyone want to read it? It is written with brisk, unpitying, remorseless realism, and yet there are many gentler moments. Elizabeth is good with the children and her husband. She retains a kind of innocence, in spite of her affair in London and she maintains a distance with the local women. Her every instinct is to avoid conflict, although when the local priest tries to insist that she join a women's organisation (from whom he exacts small obligations of work in the church), she resists him. She has a brave self-sufficiency that means more to her than merely fitting in with the rest of the community.
A sobering read about a woman with little to be happy about and a dragging grind of obligation, condemned to a life of unending domestic toil, this book is profoundly depressing; though the writing and the realism lift it high above the level of the average misery memoir, it is a book difficult to enjoy.