Not only was Pablo Neruda one of the twentieth century's greatest poets but his life was an integral part of the history of the century. Pablo Neruda was born the son of a railway-worker and Memoirs opens with a lyrical evocation of his childhood in Chile, in what was still a frontier wilderness. Neruda describes his bohemian youth in Santiago and his career as Chilean consul in Burma and Ceylon before the agony of his life during the Spanish Civil War. After the murder of his friend, Garcia Lorca, Neruda became a communist ...
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Not only was Pablo Neruda one of the twentieth century's greatest poets but his life was an integral part of the history of the century. Pablo Neruda was born the son of a railway-worker and Memoirs opens with a lyrical evocation of his childhood in Chile, in what was still a frontier wilderness. Neruda describes his bohemian youth in Santiago and his career as Chilean consul in Burma and Ceylon before the agony of his life during the Spanish Civil War. After the murder of his friend, Garcia Lorca, Neruda became a communist and a poet "for the people". On his return to Chile he became a Senator before being forced into exile and he escaped from Chile, on horseback over the Andes, in 1949. Written in Neruda's vivid and unmistakable style Memoirs depicts an extraordinary literary and political world peopled with the artists, poets and leaders who were his friends: Lorca and Eluard, Picasso and Rivera, Ghandhi, Mao Tse-Tung, Salvador Allende and Che Guevara.
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Add this copy of Memoirs to cart. $3.97, fair condition, Sold by ThriftBooks-Baltimore rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Halethorpe, MD, UNITED STATES, published 1989 by Penguin Books.
Neruda can only be truly appreciated by savoring it in discreet parts. It needs time to work its effects. It is one of the few works that I have wished I knew the original language, as with Cervantes' masterpiece, or Tolstoy's. I can't, therefore say anything about the translation, but it does have a 'feel' that seems right.