Memoirs of a Peasant Boy
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Balbino,"a boy from a village", a "nobody" who writes a notebook about everything that happens to him within the repressed and stifling society of Galicia in the thirties and forties. He tells of the moral and social atmosphere that prevails asking and answering questions and details the most elemental social struggle. There is also however the story of a true but impossible love.
This book was first printed in Argentina in 1961 and became one of the most successful Galician books published. It has a lyrical style that immediately evokes sights and sounds of this part of Spain.
The author Xos Neira Vilas writes from his experiences of the era and the lifestyle of boys growing up in that society and provides a rich insight to life of the peasant boy "Balbino".
Xosé Neira Vilas
Xosé Neira Vilas is one of the Galician most prestigious writers. He was born in Gres, a small village in Pontevedra, Galicia, Spain, in 1928. His home was by river Ulla and its landscape is essential to his writings since the characters in his novels live and die within this environment, which Neira Vilas loves so much. It was there that he spent the first years of his life, attending school and helping his parents, who were peasants. By not being able to study due to the narrow, restricting society and the poverty that surrounded him, he tried to find an outlet for his need for culture through reading, organizing a theatre group, writing poems and tales. When he was 19, he went to Argentina, where he discovered city life, full of opportunities and activities, but also the darker side of emigration. Four years later, he founded "Galician Youths" and in 1956, he was one of the organizers of the "First Meeting of Galician Emigration". In 1961, already married to the writer Anisia Miranda, he went to Cuba, where he got involved in the Cuban revolution. A few years ago, he and his wife returned to his village in Galicia. As a writer, he became famous with Memoirs of a Peasant Boy (1961), one of the most successful Galician books. Other books are: Xente no rodico, Reuíño de sombras, Camiño bretemoso, A muller de ferro, Querido Tomás, A Marela Taravela, and many others. He is also a researcher who has published many works related to Galician literature. The translator, Camilo Ogando Vázquez, was born in Ourense, Galicia, in 1958. He studied English Philology at Santiago University. He has also completed a postgraduate course in English-Spanish translation at U.N.E.D., and attended several courses at the Institute for Applied Language Studies, University of Edinburgh. He has been an English teacher since 1983 and for the last twelve years, the headmaster in a High School in Galicia.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a story of Galicia, an area in NW Spain, isolated and poor. It is the notebook of Balbino, a peasant boy. He writes about his day to day experiences and his musings. Balbino is very smart, his thoughts are full of richness and they give the reader a picture of this area and life. We know that Balbino was able to go to school. He also does some substitute teaching. He talks about the unfairness of having to take abuse from the landowners mean son. The joy of his friendship that is interrupted when the boy moves to America with his parents. He often mentions that he is a boy not meant to have good fortune. The author is Galician but he moved to Argentina before writing this book. Galician is a separate language and people from Spain. The author wrote in Galician. It was translated to English. First sentence: I am….Balbino. Quotes: “Our life will keep on fermenting with strange, borrowed yeast.”“because time both treats injuries and make trees rot.”Last words: Let him take it away.
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Memoirs of a Peasant Boy - Xosé Neira Vilas
Contents
Introduction
I AM…
LOST
THE JEW
MOURNING
THE GROWN-UPS
AMERICA
PACHIN
REMAINS
ELADIA
St. JOHNS NIGHT BONFIRE
DEATH
MY FRIEND
A SEXTON
THE OATH
THE STONE
FATE
Endnotes
To Sergio, my son
A translation
by
Camilo Ogando Vázquez
Introduction
Galicia is a small community located on the northwest coast of Spain. Throughout history, this peripheral situation has made it isolated and poor, but also supported the development of its own language and culture, which has received the influence of the rest of Spain and Europe through the Route to Santiago, its capital city.
Its numerous mountains, hills, valleys, and rivers have shaped not only its countless small villages, but also the nature of its people: proud, tolerant, and understanding people who, despite their deep love for their own native soil, were forced to emigrate.
The novel you are about to read was first published in the Galician language in 1961 in Buenos Aires, Argentina, where the writer, like many other people at that time, had moved, escaping from the poverty and oppression in Spain.
The story takes place in Galicia in the 1930’s and 1940’s, when poverty and drudgery in the fields had nested in our eyes,
and is about a boy who, trying to flee from the repressed and stifling society he lives in, writes down everything that happens to him. In doing so, he criticizes the moral and social atmosphere. He also reflects the most essential social struggle, setting up the Galician language, spoken by the poor and oppressed, against Spanish, a foreign language for Balbino, a boy from a village.
Since 1961, Memoirs of a peasant boy has become one of the most important novels in Galician literature. Moreover, it has been translated into several languages: Spanish, Catalan, Portuguese, Chinese, Russian, Czech, Italian, Bulgarian, and German.
I AM…
Balbino. A boy from a village. That’s to say, a nobody. And worse, poor. Manolito¹ is from a village too, but he thinks he is superior to me in spite of what I did to him.
In summer, I go barefoot. The hot dust in the paths makes me stride. The grains of sand hurt me and there are always spikes sticking in my feet. I get up when night is still dark, at about two or three in the morning, to take the cattle to graze, to till, or to tie sheaves. By dawn, my back and my legs already ache. However, the day’s work is still to be done. Thirst, heat, horseflies.
In winter, cold. Longing to be always by the fire. Closed watermills. Gossip about snow and wolves. Our arms are like racks for hanging rags. Red marks on my skin, injuries, numbed fingers.
What do town boys know about this?
They do not know what I think while I’m swallowing a sip of broth with corn bread. Or what I feel when I am on the moor, soaked and stiff, seeing misty ghosts in every tree.
The village is a mixture of mud and smoke, where dogs howl and people die all in good time,
as my godmother would say. We boys are sad. We play, we run after fireworks and we even laugh, but we are sad. Poverty and drudgery in the fields have nested in our eyes.
I long to travel; to sail seas and visit other countries I don’t know. I was born and brought up in the village, but now I feel it has become small and crowded. As if I was living in a beehive. I have thoughts I can tell no one. Some of them would never understand me, and others would call me a fool. That’s why I write. And then I sleep like a dog. I’m relieved, free, as if I no longer carried the weight of a heavy load. That’s me all over! But that’s also Smith, the captain who fought in the war and when he went back home started to write about everything he had gone through. That’s what is written in a book Landeiro brought me.
If only I could write a book! Not likely! I hope they won’t find my notebook. I would be ashamed of it. It’s worth all that-and more. Because I empty into it everything I feel. Few people do it.
Everybody opens their trap for two reasons: to tell the truth or to move away from it.
At home, they didn’t understand me. And the same thing happens to me at Landeiro’s. That’s the worst thing a person can ever face, but many people never go through it.
I don’t know if I talk nonsense. I see the world around me and long to understand it. I see shadows and lights, travelling storm clouds, fire, and trees. What are they, how do they happen? Nobody, for instance, tells me what stars are for, or where birds die. I know for sure that, long before I was born, the sun and rocks were already here and water flowed down the river. And I’m sure everything will be the same after I have died. More and more people will come, trampling on one another, deliberately forgetting those who have died, as if they had never lived.
Writing in the notebook-would you believe it?-is like emptying out my heart. It seems like a miracle. After all, it’s nothing but a conversation with myself. But everything is a miracle to me: from drops of rain to the chirp of crickets.
Even if I thought of writing a book, as Smith did, what I’d tell would be worthless. Smith fought in the war and I am just the boy,
as they call me at home. I’m Balbino. A boy from a village. A nobody.
LOST
BOOOOOY!
Balbino!
Those are the first calls I remember. My mother and Aunt Carme were striding along down the farmland. Their shouts struck the quarry on the other side of the river. Without heeding roads or paths, they ran freely, smashing the maize. It was just after lunch. The sun was beating down. Annoyed horseflies were buzzing.
What might have happened to the boy?
Might he have fallen into the river?
God help us!
The day before, my father had beaten me up because I had soiled the landlord’s son with soot. A very clean boy, who eats white bread, drinks milk with coffee, and doesn’t have to get up early to take the cattle to graze. My father didn’t want to know what Manolito had done to me before.
He’s the landlord’s son, and that’s enough.
But much as he should be so, it seems to me that he has no right to kick me on the shins with his new shoes, or to spit at me, or to tell me that, if they want, we will have to leave the house and the land.
Furious as I was, I went to bed