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Original Title:	La mort i la primavera
ISBN:	1934824119 (ISBN13: 9781934824115)
Edition Language:	English
Literary Awards:	BTBA Best Translated Book Award Nominee for Fiction Longlist (2010), Premi de la Crítica Serra d'Or for novel·la (1987)

Death in Spring Hardcover | Pages: 150 pages

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Title	:	Death in Spring
Author	:	Mercè Rodoreda
Book Format	:	Hardcover
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 150 pages
Published	:	May 15th 2009 by Open Letter (first published May 30th 1986)
Categories	:	Fiction. Cultural. Spain. European Literature. Spanish Literature

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"La mort i la primavera" és molt bo. Terriblement poètic i terriblement negre. Amb el meu estil d'ara: primera persona i procurant dir les coses de la manera més pura i més inesperada", escrivia Mercè Rodoreda a Joan Sales, arran de presentar-la al Sant Jordi 1961. Aquesta obra "diferent, inesperada, plena de símbols inconscients" també era de les que desborden els criteris dels jurats. Tot el 1962 Mercè Rodoreda la retreballarà "lluitant amb ella com si m'hi anés la vida". "Quan us donaré "La mort" us donaré una obra mestra", promet a J Sales. Vint anys després ho anava a complir: "Abans que res enllestiré "La Mort", falta poquíssim", ens havia dit poques setmanes abans de morir...

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This novel portrays the barbaric customs of an unnamed village as seen through the eyes of an unnamed 14 year old boy, but with writing as macabre as if reading a fairy tale. The book opens with the narrator witnessing his fathers horrible death, which, it becomes clear as the story progresses, has happened according to local custom. Its a strange and yet beguiling book, short on plot but with several perverse twists.

A whirlwind passes. In her slipstream butterflies grew out of bird's wings. Time is set. Running from child- to adulthood, there is nothing that doesn't change. Not even change itself. Nature overpowers man. Women are giggling and shrugging, but fear is everywhere. In this world a story evolves - and it is not clear if the language (words and symbols) should be read as more important than the narrative. In time everything comes back. Things don't die, they continue. Passing from one to another,

Gosh that was weird. People getting buried in trees, their bodies filled with cement to prevent the soul from escaping, pregnant women made to wear blindfolds, a prisoner neighing like a horse. Supposedly a metaphor for Franco's Spain, can't say i know enough about that, it could also be read as a metaphor for puberty, all that death and wisteria. Seems like Rodoreda had some kind of deep rooted connection to the psychological and symbolic nature of fear and cruelty, as i guess most folk tales

Mercé Rodoreda's novel is strange, twisting, and lovely. Folkloric and dark, Rodoreda's book is a depiction of a mythological small town completely subsumed by its bizarre, destructive, and often violent customssending a man to swim the river that courses beneath the town each year, forcing pregnant women to blindfold their eyes, filling the dead's mouths with cement and fixing them in trees in order to keep their souls grounded to their bodies. We see it all through the eyes of a young man, and



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Mercè Rodoreda i Gurguí (1908-1983) The trunks wore scabs of snow and ice that a dying ray of sunlight transformed into colors. From the highest branches hung glass twigs, glass stars and threads. The snow had turned to glass, glowing green and blue; a rose color filled our eyes until they almost died. We stayed until we too felt we were metamorphosing into trees. We could feel the frost-cold roots being born beneath our feet, growing, binding us to the ground. In the snow our feet were hard to