I started reading The Hive on my flight to Madrid, and finished it a day before I left Spain.
This is one of the best books I have read this year and I am so glad that I was able to read part of it in the city the book depicts ( some might even say Post civil war Madrid with all its ensuing despair IS the main character).
The Hive is a highly innovative, extremely ambitious novel written by Camilo José Cela , a Nobel laureate and one of the most influential Spanish writer of the 20th century.
The novel has no linear plots, instead it reads like an anthology of fragmented pieces of reality experienced by residents of Madrid from different social strata.
I did not keep count, but according to wiki The Hive contains almost 300 characters.
Reading this book can be a bit disorienting at first ( it was my experience for the first 50 or so pages). While feeling a bit lost, I was also immediately hooked.
There were two reason for this :
The first reason was Cela’s uncanny ability of bringing a character to life with a few sentences. If I have to make a visual comparison, it reminds me a bit of the line drawings of David Hockney’s.
One of the first characters that the readers are introduced to is Elvira, and Cela’s quick sketch of her left me with quite an impression, here is a small sample of it:
“She thinks she’s got a bit of a temperature today; she’s shivering and her vision’s a little jiggly. Señorita Elvira lives a dog’s life, a life that if you look at it properly isn’t worth living. She doesn’t do anything, true, but because she doesn’t do anything she doesn’t even get to eat. She reads novels, goes to the café, smokes a few Tritóns, and is ready for whatever might fall into her lap. The problem is that things only fall into her lap once in a blue moon, and when they fall they are already ruined and not worth her while.”
The other thing that kept me reading, despite my failing to remember most of the names of the characters mentioned, was the how Cela manages to imbue highly realistic and, sometimes, acerbic dialogues with passages of poetic prose.
The end result of this combination is a compassionately truthful depiction of poverty, fear and hypocrisy.
I really loved this bit:
“On afternoons like these, the heart of the café beats like an invalid’s heart, arrhythmically, and the atmosphere seems to grow thicker, grayer; although every now and then, like a flash of lightning, a warmer breath of air will cross the café, a breath of air that comes from somewhere unknown and which is filled with hope, and which opens up, for a couple of seconds, a space in everyone’s soul.”
The vignettes that the book is comprised of all happen in a span of three days in December of the year 1943.
It is not explicitly mentioned in the book but the readers can deduce it from the details contained in the vignettes ( eg, the newspaper the characters read).
Madrid was a different place back then. Having just read a short biography of Franco and a booklet on Spanish civil war prior to reading The Hive helped me immensely to gain a better understanding of the harsh life the book depicts.
The Hive was written between 1945- 1950, the first edition was banned from publication in Spain due to censorship, however the book was able to be published in Argentina in 1951 ( after a rigorous process of censorship as well, “I divided the Argentinean cuts and changes into three groups: the ones that I could accept without great detriment to the book, and which I even was willing to admit cleaned it of verbal or argumentative excess; the ones that I could in no way accept; and the ones that I could accept, but only conditionally.“)
It is important to note that in spite of the censorship he received in Spain, Cela remained loyal to the Franco regime and even worked “ as an informer for the Spanish secret police by reporting on the activities of dissident groups and betraying fellow intellectuals”.