Ten days before his death, and until yesterday, Francisco Ayala of 103 years, maintaining the lucidity that made his writing a testimony of strength, sense of humor and memory. This, which is the basis of their literature, it never left him, until the last moment, even when I had no voice, Ayala was the voice of an irreducible memory: that of children in Grenada, the long youth, the Republic of exile ... was fantastic to listen to the last bend of the road, anecdotes and events that took place when no one remembers, the freshness of their memories was always the spice of their stories. His return to Spain in the early sixties, it faced a country where the embers were still terrible war.
He said that during the Civil War years, and even in the period immediately earlier, people were killed by a bad greeting. In the difficult peace that was concealed resentment, but he felt on returning a Hard Country, dark color, he said, the "wing flies." His relationship with the literature had no rest ever. Wrote memory, novel, story ... was an extraordinary writer, of which this newspaper is abundant and generous witness, was editor, the discoverer of Cortázar, among others, and was a tireless scholar. Fellow
remind corporation, even in recent times, fulfilling its task faithful up and down the stairs of the Learned House. We also recall with humor knew no fainting, except where noted around, politics and life, that what was said was not to rise to the occasion.
was a radical intellectual, whose experience was always at the service of a way of patriotism did not like the solemnities of the homelands, but their literary training and political education led him always to have a huge respect for the formalities that make countries to be what he wanted that this was a serious country. In recent years the indelible affection of his wife, Carolyn Richmond, and the affection and admiration of many of his friends not only have made tributes reissues, popular affection, affection, intellectual, but had the warmth of a friendship that led him always, unceasingly, until the last minute.
RUIZ JUAN CRUZ
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