"Claro de luna. El ventorrillo calca el recuadro luminoso (le su puerta, en la tiniebla de un emparrado. A 1a vera del tapial la luna se espeja en las aguas del dornil donde abrevan las yuntas. Sobre la puerta iluminada se perfila la sombra de una mozuela. Mira al campillo de céspedes, radiados con una estrella de senderos. Pegada al tapiado, por el hilo que proyectan las tejas, una sombra —báculo y manto— discierne con trencos compases su tenue relieve. La sombra raposa conquiere a LA MOZUELA."
Ramón del Valle-Inclán was born into an impoverished aristocratic family in a rural village in Galicia, Spain. Obedient to his father’s wishes, he studied law in Compostela, but after his father’s death in 1889 he moved to Madrid to work as a journalist and critic. In 1892 Valle-Inclán traveled to Mexico, where he remained for more than a year. His first book of stories came out in Spain in 1895. A well-known figure in the cafés of Madrid, famous for his spindly frame, cutting wit, long hair, longer beard, black cape, and single arm (the other having been lost after a fight with a critic), Valle-Inclán was celebrated as the author of Sonatas: The Memoirs of the Marquis of Bradomín, which was published in 1904 and is considered the finest novel of Spanish modernismo, as well as for his extensive and important career in the theater, not only as a major twentieth-century playwright but also as a director and actor. He reported from the western front during World War I, and after the war he developed an unsettling new style that he dubbed esperpento—a Spanish word that means both a grotesque, frightening person and a piece of nonsense—and described as a search for “the comic side of the tragedy of life.” Partly inspired by his second visit to Mexico in 1920, when the country was in the throes of revolution, Tyrant Banderas is Valle-Inclán’s greatest novel and the essence of esperpento.
Este opúsculo es una genialidad. Pero no vale con leerlo una sola vez: hay que analizarlo a fondo para darse cuenta de que quizás los protagonistas ni siquiera son de carne y hueso...
No quiero puntuarlo todavía sin haberlo estudiado a fondo en clase de Teoría de la Literatura. De momento le daría dos o tres estrellas. Pero lo dicho, sé que va más allá de lo que yo he podido llegar a ver sin tener conocimiento alguno al respecto.