‘Journeys and Flowers’ is a very short collection of very short stories, split into two distinct sections, ‘Journeys’ and ‘Flowers’ (obviously). As usual from Rodoreda, these are strange and slippery little stories, never quite what they seem but, in my opinion, of varying success.
The first section, journeys, didn’t really do very much for me. A lot of the small stories here were frankly a little boring and often too plainly allegorical, without supporting themselves otherwise. I always think it’s important for a work to be successful on both counts, the surface and the deeper meaning. In order for me to care about what you’re really trying to say, I have to also care about what you’re actually saying. I definitely didn’t find that to be true here, which made a lot of these pieces feel too ethereal in a way that disconnected me from them. I can confidently say in a few weeks I don’t think I’ll remember even one of them.
The second section, flowers, was entirely the opposite. If you reverse every criticism I just made into a positive of the same nature, you have how I feel about this second section. Gorgeous little vignettes crafted with only the most stunning prose, with an abundance of substance, even in as little as a single paragraph. It’s quite honestly a crime that this section took up so little of the book compared to the first, and I would’ve taken a whole book of this instead, happily.
I think every time I read something from Rodoreda, I’m always chasing the high of ‘Death in Spring’, and unfortunately, nothing quite measures up for me. The flowers section in this little book is maybe the closest I’ve come, and while I might have been sad to otherwise miss out on it, it was quite frankly a little too short to justify the cost of this book. A shame, but not a complete waste of time, at least.