La Buena Tierra
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This is the Spanish text edition of the 1932 Pulitzer Prize winning novel that is still a standout today. Deceptive in its simplicity, it is a story built around a flawed human being and a teetering socio-economic system, as well as one that is layered with profound themes. The cadence of the author's writing is also of note, as it rhythmically lends itself to the telling of the story, giving it a very distinct voice. No doubt the author's writing style was influenced by her own immersion in Chinese culture, as she grew up and lived in China, the daughter of missionaries.
This is the story of the cyclical nature of life, of the passions and desires that motivate a human being, of good and evil, and of the desire to survive and thrive against great odds. It begins with the story of an illiterate, poor, peasant farmer, Wang Lung, who ventures from the rural countryside and goes to town to the great house of Hwang to obtain a bride from those among the rank of slave. There, he is given the slave O-lan as his bride.
Selfless, hardworking, and a bearer of sons, the plain-faced O-lan supports Wang Lung's veneration of the land and his desire to acquire more land. She stays with him through thick and thin, through famine and very lean times, working alongside him on the land, making great sacrifices, and raising his children. As a family, they weather the tumultuousness of pre-revolutionary China in the 1920s, only to find themselves the recipient of riches beyond their dreams. At the first opportunity, they buy land from the great house of Hwang, whose expenses appear to be exceeding their income.
With the passing of time, Wang Lung buys more and more land from the house of Hwang, until he owns it all, as his veneration of the land is always paramount. With O-lan at this side, his family continues to prosper. His life becomes more complicated, however, the richer he gets. Wang Lung then commits a life-changing act that pierces O-lan's heart in the most profoundly heartbreaking way.
As the years pass, his sons become educated and literate, and the family continues to prosper. With the great house of Hwang on the skids, an opportunity to buy their house, the very same house from where he had fetched O-lan many years ago, becomes available. Pressed upon to buy that house by his sons, who do not share Wang Lung's veneration for the land and rural life, he buys the house. The country mice now have become the city mice.
This is a potent story, brimming with irony, yet simply told against a framework of mounting social change. It is a story that stands as a parable in many ways and is one that certainly should be read. It illustrates the timeless dichotomy between the young and the old, the old and the new, and the rich and the poor. It is no wonder that this beautifully written book won a Pulitzer Prize and is considered a classic masterpiece. Bravo!
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Cuando le hubo entregado el dinero a su tío se dirigió de nuevo hacia el campo y se puso a trabajar con verdadero furor. Por un momento, sólo pensó en la plata: la vio lanzada descuidadamente sobre la mesa de juego, arrebatada por alguna mano holgazana. Su plata, la plata que tan penosamente había arrancado de su tierra para convertirla en más tierra.
Llegó la noche cuando su ira comenzó a calmarse, y se acordó de su casa y de su cena. Y entonces también se le ocurrió pensar en la nueva boca que acababa de nacer, que era una niña, y las niñas no pertenecen a los padres, sino que son dedicadas a otras familias. Ni siquiera había pensado, en su cólera contra su tío, en detenerse a mirar esta nueva criatura.
Permaneció apoyado contra el azadón y se sintió invadido de tristeza. Tendría ahora que pasar otra cosecha hasta que pudiese comprar la tierra, un trozo colindante con el que ya tenía. Y ahora había una boca más en la casa.
A través del cielo pardo del atardecer pasó una bandada de cuervos y revolotearon en torno a él graznando ruidosamente. Los vio desaparecer en unos árboles cercanos a su casa y corrió tras ellos gritando y agitando el azadón. Los cuervos se elevaron nuevamente formando círculos sobre su cabeza, burlándose con sus graznidos, y al fin se perdieron en el cielo ya oscurecido.
Wang Lung gimió. Aquello era un mal presagio.
