A fair amount has been written about Roger Casement, but there has been a dearth of material that treated his queerness honestly and respectfully. For that, Martin Duberman is to be praised.
Less praise, perhaps, should go to some of Duberman’s stylistic and narrative choices. It becomes immediately clear, for example, that Duberman invented scores of pages of conversation, along with the physical gesture, tones of voice, and reactions of third parties, which is a technique one either will or won’t embrace. Duberman himself classifies the book as a “biographical novel” and explains his approach in an author’s note that formalizes the liberties he takes; again, one may or may not find the method exasperating. Personally, I remain ambivalent: sometimes it worked but it just as often did not.
Duberman also chose to present 99% of the book in an “historical present” tense, common in some languages but less so in English, which I suppose was meant to lend verisimilitude to the conceit of the novel. I found it hugely irritating. What’s more, he has the tic of calling Casement “Roger” throughout the book while referencing virtually everyone else by surname or title (even more confusingly, he occasionally jumps back-and-forth between the two modes). It’s distracting, and I never felt I understood WHY he was doing it.
The very long section in a very long chapter (Ch. 4, “Ireland”) that traces the years of struggle, violence, and politicking for and against Irish home rule, and which continues on through the prodrome to and beginning of WWI and the aftermath of the 1916 Easter Uprising in Ireland, is detailed to the point of tedium. Duberman seems to keep losing sight of Casement, remembering that the book is supposed to be about him, throwing in some sort of connection (however tangential) between the main subject and the machinations of British-Irish politics, and then forgetting all over again. The result is whiplash.
One understands the relevance of the context to Casement’s politics and ultimate trial for treason, but Duberman’s insistence on providing a week-by-week, and sometimes day-by-day, chronicle of developments will challenge most readers’ patience.
Finally, though Duberman accepts the premise that Casement’s so-called “black diaries,” which detail his sexual adventures with men, are authentic, it would have been useful to know (even perhaps as part of the author’s note) how Duberman arrived at that determination or which claims about the diaries he discounted and why.
More fatally, Duberman never manages to connect Casement’s sexuality with the rest of his life, politics, or sensibility. We learn he was a size queen and liked getting railed, but the information Duberman reports about Casement’s sexual contacts comes with almost no sense of what Casement himself made of them, what he thought of the men he tricked with, or how he incorporated his sexuality into his life (other, that is, than feeling intermittently and briefly guilt-wracked about it).
Casement himself denied having written the infamous diaries, a disavowal that would hardly have been unusual under the circumstances, except that he did nothing else to save his own life once he was on trial and, given that, could have chosen to acknowledge the diaries or simply to ignore them. Perhaps it was a question of what Casement wanted his legacy to be, and his fear that the heroism of his Irish nationalism would be tarnished.
But the fact remains: if we accept that Casement actually wrote the diaries, then why he did so, and especially why he never destroyed them, demands to be explored. No less intriguing, however, is how he managed, for decades, to keep his sexual life so completely secret from absolutely everyone who knew him, or so it would appear from the fact that even his closest friends and associates never knew about it and largely believed both that the diaries were faked and that Casement could not be the “degenerate” the press wanted him to be. If Casement was that successful at keeping his sexuality hidden, it’s legitimate to ask whether he might have been lying about anything else.