Vicente Blasco Ibáñez (born January 29, 1867) – Spanish novelist – Blood and Sand (1908)
Read about Vicente Blasco Ibáñez here and here and (in Spanish) here
Upon his election to the Cortes -- Spain's national parliamentary assembly— Blasco Ibáñez naturally turned in his novels to a consideration of political and social themes. Beginning with La Catedral (The Shadow of the Cathedral), one of the most powerful modern documents of its kind, he took up in successive novels the treatment of such vital subjects as the relation of Church to State, the degrading and backward influence of drunkenness, the problem of the Jesuits, the brutality and psychology of the bull-fight. In all of these works the writer is characterized by fearlessness, passion and even vehemence; yet his ardor is not so strung as to lead him into conscious unfairness. A fiery advocate of the lowly, he yet can cast their shortcomings into their teeth; they, in their ignorance, are accomplices in their own degradation, partners in the crimes that oppress them.
[from the Introduction to Blood and Sand, page vi]
Read about Torrent, Greta Garbo's first U.S. film (1926), which is based on Blasco Ibanez' novel The Torrent (Entre Naranjos)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torrent_%281926_film%29
Read The Torrent online at Project Gutenberg
http://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/11674
The patch of sunlight that shone through the doorway upon the flagstones was darkened by the shadow of a woman. It was a poorly clad orchard worker, young, it seemed, but with a face pale, and as rough as wrinkled paper, all the crevices and hollows of her cranium showing, her eyes sunken and dull, her unkempt hair escaping from beneath her knotted kerchief. She was barefoot, carrying her shoes in her hand. She stood with her legs wide apart, as if in an effort to keep her balance. She seemed to feel intense pain whenever she stepped upon the ground. Illness and poverty were written on every feature of her person.
The recluse knew her well; and as the unfortunate creature, panting with the effort of the climb, sank upon a little bench to rest her feet, he told her story briefly to the visitors. She was ill, very, very ill. With no faith in doctors, who, according to her, "treated her with nothing but words"; she believed that the Virgin del Lluch would ultimately cure her. And, though at home she could scarcely move from her chair and was always being scolded by her husband for neglecting the housework, every week she would climb the steep mountain-side, barefoot, her shoes in her hand.
The hermit approached the sick woman, accepting a copper coin she offered. A few couplets to the Virgin, as usual, he supposed!
"Visanteta, a few gochos!" shouted the rustic, going to the door. And his daughter came into the chapel—a dirty, dark-skinned creature with African eyes, who might just have escaped from a gipsy band. She took a seat upon a bench, turning her back upon the Virgin with the bored ill-humored expression of a person compelled to do a dull task day after day; and in a hoarse, harsh, almost frantic voice, which echoed deafeningly in that small enclosure, she began a drawling chant that rehearsed the story of the statue and the portentous miracles it had wrought.
The sick woman, kneeling before the altar without releasing her hold upon her shoes, the heels of her feet, which were bruised and bleeding from the stones, showing from under her skirts, repeated a refrain at the end of each stanza, imploring the protection of the Virgin. Her voice had a weak and hollow sound, like the wail of a child. Her sunken eyes, misty with tears, were fixed upon the Virgin with a dolorous expression of supplication. Her words came more tremulous and more distant at each couplet.
The beautiful stranger was plainly affected at the pitiful sight. Her maid had knelt and was following the sing-song rhythm of the chant, with prayers in a language that Rafael recognized at last. It was Italian.
"What a great thing faith is!" the lady murmured with a sigh.
"Yes, señora; a beautiful thing!"
Rafael tried to think of something "brilliant" on the grandeur of faith, from Saint Thomas, or one of the other "sound" authors he had studied. But he ransacked his memory in vain. Nothing! That charming woman had filled his mind with thoughts far other than quotations from the Fathers!
The couplets to the Virgin came to an end. With the last stanza the wild singer disappeared; and the sick woman, after several abortive efforts, rose painfully to her feet.
[from The Torrent]
Leslie Bricusse (born January 29, 1931) – U.K. lyricist, composer, playwright – Pure Imagination: A Sorta Biography (2015)
Read the Wikipedia article about Leslie Bricusse
The musicography of Leslie Bricusse
Anton (Pavlovich) Chekhov (born January 29, 1860 in the Gregorian / new calendar) – Russian playwright, short story writer – Uncle Vanya
Read a short biography of Anton Chekhov here
Read about Chekhov's research and contribution to the Sakhalin Island Penal Colony here and here
Germaine Greer (born January 29, 1939) - Australian feminist and cultural commentator - The Change: Women, Ageing, and the Menopause (1991)
Read the Wikipedia article about Germaine Greer
Germaine Greer reflects on feminism 30 years after writing
The Female Eunuch
Grazyna Miller (born January 29, 1957) – Polish-Italian poet, translator
Read here
Read the Wikipedia article about Grazyna Miller
Excerpt from the poem "Quando descrivi la morte, la guerra"
Quando descrivi la morte, la guerra / When describing death, war
- vengono meno le parole. / - words fail to come.
Sgorgano lacrime / Tears gush
dalle sorgenti dell'anima, / from the sources of the soul,
sprofondano negli abissi del cuore. / plunging to the depths of the heart.
Fremiti di dolore / Tremors of pain
attraversano le membra, / crossing limbs,
lacerano un giovane sorriso / cutting a young smile
- allucinante, perpetua storia / - hallucinating, perpetuating the history
di un mondo diviso. / of a divided world.
Niewygasle Pragnienie / Undying Desire
Dzis lakniesz okruchòw pieszczoty
twojego przeznaczenia, /
Today your destiny craves crumbs of affection,
by podskòrnymi dreszczami / the trembling beneath
zmusil cie do istnienia. / forces you into existence.
Bujasz sie na hustawce uczuc, / Back and forth your feelings swing
w oblokach zamglonych marzeniem, / on clouds of misty dreams,
ludzac sie, ze to pokarm / hoping that the food
zaspokoi niewygasle pragnienie / will satisfy undying desire
Read more of Grazyna Miller's poems here:
Olga Tokarczuk (born January 29, 1962) Polish novelist, poet, activist - Flights (2009; translation, 2017)
Read the Wikipedia article about Olga Tokarczuk
Read about Tokarczuk's delayed winning of the 2018 Nobel Prize
here and here
Listen to Olga Tokarczuk explain the background to her book Flight:
https://podbay.fm/podcast/597491563/e/1570784400
Olga Tokarczuk discusses her writing, specifically The Books of Jacob
(English translation available March 2021)
