Vicente Blasco Ibáñez (January 29, 1867 – January 28, 1928) was a Spanish realist novelist writing in Spanish, a screenwriter and occasional film director.
Born in Valencia, today he is best known in the English-speaking world for his World War I novel The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He is also known for his political activities.
He finished studying law, but hardly practised. He divided his time between politics, literature. He was a fan of Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra.
His life, it can be said, tells a more interesting story than his novels. He was a militant Republican partisan in his youth and founded a newspaper, El Pueblo (translated as either The Town or The People) in his hometown. The newspaper aroused so much controversy that it was brought to court many times and censored. He made many enemies and was shot and almost killed in one dispute. The bullet was caught in the clasp of his belt. He had several stormy love affairs.
He volunteered as the proofreader for the novel Noli Me Tangere, in which the Filipino patriot José Rizal expressed his contempt of the Spanish colonization of the Philippines. He traveled to Argentina in 1909 where two new cities, Nueva Valencia and Cervantes, were created. He gave conferences on historical events and Spanish literature. Tired and disgusted with government failures and inaction, Vicente Blasco Ibáñez moved to Paris, France at the beginning of World War I.
Una de las escasas novelas que me ha hecho llorar. Novela de amor truculento, fatal, hórrido y colérico de verdad. Los personajes se desesperan en su propia ridiculez; sus atributos esenciales les condenan, y he ahí la imposibilidad de la eterna consumación. A partir de la cuarta parte se torna repugnante —en el sentido ético— ante las acciones de los personajes —especialmente Valdivia, cuya actitud es febril y abominable—. Una novela de campo de batalla existencial entre seres incapaces de unirse. Es una suerte de enfrenta entre lo eterno femenino y lo eterno masculino.
La introducción de Facundo Tomás es, probablemente, de las mejores que he leído en Cátedra. Exquisita.
Le pongo cuatro estrellas porque creo que su extensión es absolutamente innecesaria, cuando su final, atroz, curtidamente relatado, es un eco sublime de la existencia que podría haberse apresurado sin inconvenientes.