The writer who died of hunger 
Gregorio Morán article in La Vanguardia English literature is not very varied in death. There are some suicide, few, if we consider that it is a profession whose singularity assumes some dislocations. Some believe that it reveals the imprint of genius, but it is not true. Have killed more great writers without talent. Every writer, in essence, is a rare, because if it was normal professions are dedicated to healthy, safe and refiner. Many died in bed old, and the more stupid they were, more celebrated. After a long set and scholars of the Real, which are people living in the pen-taking this in a very loose-but luckily for the literature does not live on it, though they do appear.
do not remember any of the English language school that he committed suicide, first because they are people more consolidated than Treasuries, and last but not least, all prone to broken heart, for reasons of age and heritage. Inclinations were famous to the brothel and the gambling den of some of them, but that does not kill anyone. There are some writers, and great, which fell heavy drinking and bad company sex but they were slow deaths, almost meek and accepted. Of misery and neglect, many. But hunger, hunger is said, I only know Alejandro Sawa.
The singularities of our history, with the dominant conservative hegemony fine word to those who come from the radical left, illegitimate heirs of Gramsci, we often refer to the overwhelming dogmatism of the English Catholic Church for centuries, has consented books on teaching literature of the twentieth century included the father Coloma, modest Jesuit who became friendly colleagues Tarumba, author of real crap convoluted prose, pretentious and convoluted, as pettiness and Jeromín , unreadable today except for sadomasochistic, yet displayed no feathers can still be read with pleasure and benevolence. For example, Alejandro Sawa, who was not a great writer but did manage notable newspaper pages half a dozen novels, some of them bold pretensions, and the stage adaptation of a novel by Alphonse Daudet who achieved great success, Kings in exile.
There are writers who, without being large for his work are, however, foremost figures in the literary landscape of a country. Alejandro Sawa is for English literature that, a personality that demands to be studied, because it and its environment is much of the best literature in Spain will be the edge between the XIX and XX. Sevillano, a seminarian in Malaga, aspiring to what was in Madrid, Sawa-curious name, which refers to the great writer from Trieste, Umberto Saba, and a vaguely grecoturco Thessaloniki, Izmir, will gather in his biography: unusual items timid our fin de siecle culture.
The first is that travel, and not just Soria, Palencia or Barcelona, \u200b\u200bwhere he will on several occasions, but to London, Rome, Spa. Spa important because this decadent Belgian population will modernez name all those who now take their prestige, was a place of attraction, not particularly for its baths and jellies, but for his wheel. Oh, the casino of Spa! Alejandro Sawa, who barely have a hard throughout his life, the play of all marriages unsuspecting rich who dared believe his brilliant expositions on the surefire way to break the bank. Leopoldo Alas, Clarín, like many others of his time, Dostoyevsky without going any further, Sawa is bitten by the gambling fever.
But the city par excellence of his life must be Paris. The capital of the world in the twilight time of the bohemian about to do a literature of masters, and the authors make some gentlemen in the literature. What will make a life indelibly Sawa will be friendship, camaraderie and even complicity, with one of the greats, Paul Verlaine. There is not much to see him every day in the cafe, talk to him, share opinions and drunkenness, ethyl and whatever, because none was averse to anything. And who says Verlaine, you should add this world of bohemia, that somehow ends up in him, but was extended in large gatherings as important Parisian must take in all fields of artistic creation to the First World War .
hard and brilliant pass from Paris to Madrid corduroy cold must have been hard, and more coming married with a daughter. But at first it worked, and Sawa became a regular at the capital's newspapers and with some notoriety, enhanced by its imposing appearance, beautiful and seductive, hookah mouth, long hair and two dogs on leash. But among our man was radicalized and continued the Parisian customs, their space is narrowed. In a study about Sawa, Iris M. Zavala, who unsuccessfully reeditaría in 1977, wrote that "the new bohemia turn of the century is a 'proletarian art' of hardened fighters, and is as true as their livelihood was on the edge between poverty and misery.
Since 1905, progressive blindness that year Next will be total, it would make a pathetic character Sawa, subsisting on black saber and literary works, as the six articles that will for Rubén Darío, appearing in La Nacion of Buenos Aires, and this will have the nerve to not pay. His wife, Jeanne Poirier Burgundian-Santa Juana, for friends, "get some money acting as a midwife, while Alejandro seems intent on realizing the slogan that his friend wrote in Valle-Inclán wonderful lamp and had become in the slogan: "Poets, swans and your throat cut in her womb scrutinize the destination." The Sawa was exhibited black as pitch. His last attempt was reduced to trying to publish a book, a summary of his best work in journalism, who titled lights in the shadows and not get editor. Everything that endeavor is to edit their own, but needed a thousand pesetas, and he only gets six hundred. Asked to Rubén Darío, the newly appointed minister plenipotentiary to Madrid and that will do you no case, those four that detract from the glory. You will need to die and you get between tables drawers, so badly that one of the nails will rub his temple and killed him run a trail of blood along the face, imbuing the scene of a tone even more gloomy, so you can go down to posterity with the thunder of a proletarian dignity of bohemia. Valle-Inclán
, assisting the latter scene, with the widow and child, was so impressed that Ruben require support, and a preface to the posthumous edition of the lights in the shadow . A book rhetorical sense and very beautiful pages, recently republished, in superb editing, Northern Books, with an introduction of Trapiello unhappy. But the glory of Alex Sawa, as he knew his own life-will give the character more beautiful and courageous sense of Luces de bohemia de Valle-Inclán: the immortal Max Estrella.
died on March 3, Wednesday, a hundred years ago. Sawa The first biography worthy of the name appeared four months ago in Seville, thanks to Professor Amelina Correa, edited by Lara Foundation.
She says that the day of burial, Jeanne Poirier good cut off a lock that gave itself, because it met 38 years. Burial was a third, a third-car with two horses and a third temporarily buried in the cemetery, civil de la Almudena. It cost 70 pesetas. Ten more than the collaboration that was in The Liberal, the only one that was left and complete the withdrawal
