Overview
¿Por qué el poeta más internacional de nuestra lengua yace aún en una fosa desconocida? ¿Cómo es posible que, como rezan sus anticipatorio sversos, casi un siglo después Lorca susurre “no me encontraron”?
En el 90 aniversario de su muerte, el experto hispanista Ian Gibson publica esta crónica minuciosa que relata su personal visión sobre las causas, intereses y desintereses que han llevado a este silencio.
España todavía mantiene abandonadas en cunetas y fosas comunes a unas 115.000 víctimas del longevo y brutal régimen dictatorial de Francisco Franco. El más amado y llorado de estos desaparecidos es Federico García Lorca, "paseado" en agosto de 1936 a las afueras de Granada a los 38 años. Parece inimaginable que no sepamos aún, casi un siglo después, dónde yacen sus restos mortales.
Este libro es una crónica de ese olvido. En el año 2010, Ian Gibson publicó el diario que escribió, obsesivamente, durante la primera y fallida búsqueda oficial del poeta el año anterior, en el municipio granadino de Alfacar. La primera parte reproduce íntegramente aquel texto desolador.
La segunda, inédita, relata lo ocurrido alrededor de la investigación durante los tres lustros siguientes. El hecho de que Granada, expresada por García Lorca con más hondura que por ningún escritor nunca, siga sin revelar su último paradero es vergonzoso. Siguen desoyendo la petición formulada en su elegía por Antonio Machado, otro andaluz genial, a los pocos días del magnicidio:
Labrad, amigos,
de piedra y sueño, en la Alhambra,
un túmulo al poeta,
sobre una fuente donde llore el agua,
y eternamente diga:
el crimen fue en Granada, ¡en su Granada!
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
Why does the most international poet in Spanish language still lie in an unmarked grave? How is it possible that, as his prophetic verses suggest, Lorca whispers “they didn’t find me” almost a century later?
On the 90th anniversary of his death, expert Hispanist Ian Gibson publishes this meticulous chronicle that recounts his personal vision of the causes, interests, and disinterests that have led to this silence.
Spain still keeps some 115,000 victims of Francisco Franco’s long and brutal dictatorial regime abandoned in ditches and mass graves. The most beloved and mourned of those who disappeared is Federico García Lorca, “taken for a walk” in August 1936 on the outskirts of Granada at the age of 38. It seems unimaginable that, nearly a century later, we still do not know where his remains lie.
This book is a chronicle of that oblivion. In 2010, Ian Gibson published the diary he obsessively wrote during the first and failed official search for the poet in the Granada municipality of Alfacar the previous year. The first part reproduces that heart-wrenching text in its entirety.
The second, previously unpublished, recounts what transpired around the investigation during the following fifteen years. The fact that Granada, expressed by García Lorca with more depth than by any writer ever, still refuses to reveal his final resting place is shameful. They continue to ignore the request made in his elegy by Antonio Machado, another brilliant Andalusian, a few days after the assassination:
Carve, friends,
out of stone and dreams, in the Alhambra,
a tomb for the poet,
over a fountain where the water weeps,
and eternally says:
the crime was in Granada, in his Granada!
En el 90 aniversario de su muerte, el experto hispanista Ian Gibson publica esta crónica minuciosa que relata su personal visión sobre las causas, intereses y desintereses que han llevado a este silencio.
España todavía mantiene abandonadas en cunetas y fosas comunes a unas 115.000 víctimas del longevo y brutal régimen dictatorial de Francisco Franco. El más amado y llorado de estos desaparecidos es Federico García Lorca, "paseado" en agosto de 1936 a las afueras de Granada a los 38 años. Parece inimaginable que no sepamos aún, casi un siglo después, dónde yacen sus restos mortales.
Este libro es una crónica de ese olvido. En el año 2010, Ian Gibson publicó el diario que escribió, obsesivamente, durante la primera y fallida búsqueda oficial del poeta el año anterior, en el municipio granadino de Alfacar. La primera parte reproduce íntegramente aquel texto desolador.
La segunda, inédita, relata lo ocurrido alrededor de la investigación durante los tres lustros siguientes. El hecho de que Granada, expresada por García Lorca con más hondura que por ningún escritor nunca, siga sin revelar su último paradero es vergonzoso. Siguen desoyendo la petición formulada en su elegía por Antonio Machado, otro andaluz genial, a los pocos días del magnicidio:
Labrad, amigos,
de piedra y sueño, en la Alhambra,
un túmulo al poeta,
sobre una fuente donde llore el agua,
y eternamente diga:
el crimen fue en Granada, ¡en su Granada!
ENGLISH DESCRIPTION
Why does the most international poet in Spanish language still lie in an unmarked grave? How is it possible that, as his prophetic verses suggest, Lorca whispers “they didn’t find me” almost a century later?
On the 90th anniversary of his death, expert Hispanist Ian Gibson publishes this meticulous chronicle that recounts his personal vision of the causes, interests, and disinterests that have led to this silence.
Spain still keeps some 115,000 victims of Francisco Franco’s long and brutal dictatorial regime abandoned in ditches and mass graves. The most beloved and mourned of those who disappeared is Federico García Lorca, “taken for a walk” in August 1936 on the outskirts of Granada at the age of 38. It seems unimaginable that, nearly a century later, we still do not know where his remains lie.
This book is a chronicle of that oblivion. In 2010, Ian Gibson published the diary he obsessively wrote during the first and failed official search for the poet in the Granada municipality of Alfacar the previous year. The first part reproduces that heart-wrenching text in its entirety.
The second, previously unpublished, recounts what transpired around the investigation during the following fifteen years. The fact that Granada, expressed by García Lorca with more depth than by any writer ever, still refuses to reveal his final resting place is shameful. They continue to ignore the request made in his elegy by Antonio Machado, another brilliant Andalusian, a few days after the assassination:
Carve, friends,
out of stone and dreams, in the Alhambra,
a tomb for the poet,
over a fountain where the water weeps,
and eternally says:
the crime was in Granada, in his Granada!
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