Yesterday In Vain
(Isaac Rosa)
Yesterday in Vain stands out among the novels written in the past five years concerned in one way or another with the memory of the Spanish Civil War. It is noteworthy as much for its style as its content. Isaac Rosa has a great interest in literary construction and here he wanted to destroy the usual form of the novel. In Yesterday in vain there is no plot in the usual sense. It is more a matter of a theme, since the story of the protagonist is not unfolded chronologically, nor is the mystery of what happened to him resolved. In 1965, a university professor disappears from Madrid to reappear in what we presume to be exile in France. The author presents us with various explanations for this occurrence. There is even a chapter where he gives us two simultaneous versions of the events, dividing the page into two columns. Rosa invites us to choose our own version of what happened. The method of constructing a novel which ?shows its skeleton? and seems to require the cooperation of the reader is a device which Rosa uses to tell us things he could not say in any other way. It has three functions (apart from that of artistic rebellion). In the first place, it allows him to parody other authors. In the second place, he can broach disagreeable subjects. And, most importantly, with so many questions to the reader, he indicates that there are not always answers and that not every problem has an easy solution. To begin with the first point: in Rosa?s hands, mockery of other authors is not as trivial as it might appear. His convictions and belief in the importance of writing ?a committed novel? make it impossible for him to tolerate authors who use the Civil War as background, to give colour to their novels. His hatred of trivialisation and banality lead him to fierce attacks against other writers and, indirectly, against us, the readers, with no fear of wounding our sensibilities. Secondly, whilst pretending to consult us on what we prefer to read in a novel, Rosa manages to talk about painful situations and events. The false memorials, those presented by many authors and film producers who say ?We were all mad, but so very interesting!? are not the right way, Rosa feels, to show the real horror of the past and not the road to follow if we wish to avoid repeating it. Like some Latin American novelists, he knows that any work which is a memorial must include the crimes (and they were crimes, not mistakes), in order to be able to reconstruct a healthy society. Like Ariel Dorfman, he does not avoid the question of torture and its exponents who still, he says, continue to lead their ?normal? life and sometimes work for the police, unpunished. Like Eduardo Galeano, he offers us a mixture of descriptions and anecdotes (although he says his are fictitious), some light-hearted, some extremely sad. Like the Spaniard Juan Goytisolo, he is the enemy of indifference. He talks of ?memories consigned to oblivion like lost luggage? and comments that he was told from all sides that it would be ?better not to disturb old history?. Fortunately he took no notice of this advice. There is a third advantage to suggesting various possibilities to the reader, explaining the disappearance of Professor Denis. The latter could have been an informer, a fascist, or the opposite, a sympathiser with the rebel movements or simply one of the many who through fear had no wish to show an interest in politics, a victim of a stupid police error. His removal to France could have been his reward, his punishment or his flight. The important point is to know that all of these things were possible. There were cruel policemen. There were torturers and there were those who wanted to disappear metaphorically or physically through sheer terror. And today?s generation needs to understand that the war and the interminable years of the Franco regime were not a glorious chapter of warriors and valiant martyrs. The suffering of the people was not picturesque material to make an interesting background for novels. Above all, it was not a ?mistake?, far from it. And there are no solutions. We shall always need questions (in other words, doubts) more than answers (in other words, the easy choice). In this disturbing novel, Isaac Rosa has used all in his power to ensure that his readers think deeply about their history and do not accept everything which goes by the name of 'truth'.
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