🇪🇸 So, the first version of Don Quixote (1605) - of which this review is about - certainly gives the impression the story is over, although Cervantes left little doors open in the text in case the first novel did well and he felt encouraged to continue the tale. Of course, this is what happened, the second novel emerging in print in 1615. After which, Cervantes died in 1616. Just like Dumas gave the world Twenty Years After as a follow up to The Three Musketeers, Cervantes, preceding him, gave the world a Ten Years After, or something like that, and for a time the two Quixote novels existed side by side, until one day a publisher brought them together and sold Quixote as one hefty volume.
For Cervantes’s clever plot, his witty writing, his fine parody that, secretly or openly, parodied all of life, not just Quixote’s, for all the satire and humor, I give the good Cervantes a 5.
However I confess I did not do well with the style. A character had only to open their mouth and we were treated to a long spiel that went on for paragraphs and pages. No sooner was this over when either they opened their mouth again, or someone else did, and another long spiel began. And so on for 90% of the 500+ pages of the original book of Don Quixote. I thought I’d die. Surely this is the fiction with the most loquacious characters in human history.
It was even more painful for me when it was Quixote himself who began to talk, for his flamboyant, knight-errant way of speaking gave me headaches. Yes, I’m aware this way of talking was crucial to his character and his madness and the story but, have mercy! It was too much for me. I was entertained by the novel, but I’m sure I’d have been entertained more if the garrulousness had been toned down considerably. So in the category of enjoyability I must pass down a 3.
So, then a 5 in one case and a 3 in another and I come up with a 4.
I will be a man of 1606 and the original Don Quixote will be the extent of my travels with the Man of La Mancha. In truth, I did not like his pompous character so much, nor his frequent and vicious assaults on the innocent he always took to be other than they were, usually demons or black-hearted villains. On the other hand, I liked Sancho very much, truly a better and more grounded man than Quixote. He could retort with the best of them, had wit and common sense, and often stood his ground and tried to bring the Madman of La Mancha to his senses, sometimes with limited success. It was always entertaining when he had something to say.
So, then I bid adios to this man who will outlive me in his immortality. Some love him and his story, others, like me, definitely take away some good, but must ride on to other adventures and other horizons.
🇪🇸 Vaya con Dios, Quixote and Sancho 👋🏼