Lazarillo de Tormes, published in 1554, is a book about today.
It's about political, religious and economic elites swindling the gullible masses; about starving people being told by gluttons that they're lucky to be in a land of plenty and opportunity. It's about corruption cloaked in respectability at all socio-economic levels. It's about hypocrisy and lies and one boy's school-of-hard-knocks education in spotting them and adapting them to his own survival needs.
It's also very funny, shrewd, bawdy and fast-moving. The prose is direct, unaffected, and not flowery.
Those who think the Spanish classic Don Quixote is the first novel in Western literature might be surprised to learn that Lazarillo... predates it by 50 years. Who actually wrote it is unclear, though many scholars attribute it to one Diego Hurtado de Mendoza. It is considered the first picaresque novel, a genre marked by corrupt characters getting by on their wits, traveling in search of wealth and respectability (though not necessarily informed by true moral scruples).
On the surface, Lazarillo... is a breezy road adventure tale of a boy, Lazaro, traveling from place to place in old Spain, enduring starvation and random violence, trying to find shelter and security and a modicum of comfort, while taking in all the contradictions of the adult world with a charming sense of naivete, freshly minted street smarts and a wry, cockeyed optimism.
At the same time, the book is an astute social satire.
Left to his devices by a poor mother and a delinquent father, Lazaro finds himself taken in (in both senses of the word) by a succession of mostly poor masters, from an old, abusive blind con man to a stingy priest to a prideful impoverished bourgeoisie landowner. The ways Lazaro devises to trick his succession of masters (as well as their own attempts to dupe him) make up the bulk of the comedy of the book, but also serve as the template for the book's ample and deft social criticism.
Religion (the Catholic Church) especially comes in for a drubbing in the book, as several of Lazaro's masters blatantly peddle religious piety to swindle the hoi polloi.
The story is told in the first person within a retrospective framework that at first seems epistolary; Lazaro is making a written account of his life to someone he addresses as "your Honor" or "your Grace." It isn't clear who this correspondent really is, or whether it's being solicited by a judge, a biographer, or God himself. Nor is it known why the account is being solicited. It would appear that Lazaro has achieved some measure of wealth, fame (or notoriety). We don't know whether they have come to bury Lazaro or to praise him.
This proto-Horatio Alger tale, in which Lazaro rises by dint of hard work, ends fairly abruptly, with Lazaro having achieved some measure of comfort and an acceptance of the social order and all its flaws, and a resigned willingness to accept things he cannot change.
A movie adaptation of Lazarillo... starring a charming boy actor, was made in Spain in 1959, and it is quite good. It's unjustly forgotten, considering it won the Berlin Film Festival's Golden Bear that year. I saw it in college -- projected from 16-millimeter -- and I'm pretty sure I was the only person in the room who was excited to see it. I'm quite pleased to now have finally read the wispy little novel on which it was based. Highly recommended if you're looking for a short (and unjustly lesser known) classic to notch in less than a day.
P.S.: To date, I have not read the second work in this duo-pack, The Swindler (by a different author).
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(kr@ky, trimmed and amended 2016)