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Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
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Despite the "read" date this book has on my ŷ archives, in reality I read this before ŷ existed, in my early teens. I loved Neruda to bits back then, I memorised some of my favourites, and was asked by teachers to recite them at school, for which I'd get great marks.
I also knew the same poem that Robin Williams recites in "Patch Adams" by rote, English and Spanish versions, and recorded a declamation to give to a former boyfriend as a gift.
I did all that as someone who doesn't like poetry, so that gives you an idea of how much I liked Neruda.
Then I read Neruda's memoirs, Confieso que he vivido, and never looked at his poetry the same way ever again.
Why? Because of something he confessed in that book, which I'm putting in spoilers; it's in Spanish, but you can use Google translate. (view spoiler)
Yes, I know what some will say. Separate the artist from the work, his work speaks for itself, Nobel Prize for Literature, we all make mistakes, blah blah and etc. But I cannot in this case, this is (view spoiler) , which is deeply revolting and runs contrary to my sense of right and wrong. And Neruda never paid for his crime, which makes it even worse.
So, no, I can't and I won't separate Neruda from his love poetry.
I also knew the same poem that Robin Williams recites in "Patch Adams" by rote, English and Spanish versions, and recorded a declamation to give to a former boyfriend as a gift.
I did all that as someone who doesn't like poetry, so that gives you an idea of how much I liked Neruda.
Then I read Neruda's memoirs, Confieso que he vivido, and never looked at his poetry the same way ever again.
Why? Because of something he confessed in that book, which I'm putting in spoilers; it's in Spanish, but you can use Google translate. (view spoiler)
Yes, I know what some will say. Separate the artist from the work, his work speaks for itself, Nobel Prize for Literature, we all make mistakes, blah blah and etc. But I cannot in this case, this is (view spoiler) , which is deeply revolting and runs contrary to my sense of right and wrong. And Neruda never paid for his crime, which makes it even worse.
So, no, I can't and I won't separate Neruda from his love poetry.
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Yeah, I think it all boils down to what you're comfortable with and what impacts you personally. One could disagree with an author's crappy ideological/political convictions, for example, and still like them. And continuing with Neruda, he was a Communist, a political stance I am opposed to but that I could overlook in favour of his poetry (I did know he was a Communist from the get-go, that was no secret), but this? No, I can't. I am a woman and I care for victims of this horrendous experience that men like Neruda have inflicted on them.
And women, too. I can't touch Marion Zimmer Bradley's books for the same reason.

You’re definitely correct in saying that. Plus, ideological/political beliefs can sometimes be easier to look past rather than actions. Neruda’s despicable actions in this case being a prime example of that. Mostly because his actions have resulted in real victims.




Yeah, I'm not in the habit of looking up authors' personal lives, so there's probably more who have questionable views that I'm not aware of. And also, I believe that an author's personal ideas can be counterargued and debated into oblivion, that's what free speech is for.

I never read her and wasn't planning to when I found out about her background, but after I did, I decided I couldn't look past that so I would never read her. She crossed my red line, like Neruda.
And yes, authors do insert themselves and their ideas in their books. In the case of MZB, a friend was once complaining to me that he'd had to read her once and said she grossed him out but couldn't quite put his finger on why. Then I told him about what MZB's daughter revealed, and he said ah, that explains a lot of her writing that he felt uncomfortable with.
I haven't read her myself, so I can't tell to what extent her questionable background seeped into her writing, but I thought this anecdote was worth mentioning.

Thank you, Roshy! Yeah, I just can't get past this, it goes against my moral compass.
And yes, I've seen those reviews too, as well as social media posts of the same kind. I'm not going to tell people to not read Neruda, but given that this part of his life isn't well-known in the Anglophone world, I think they should make an informed choice. That's what I hope the review achieves, whether readers decide to read or not afterwards isn't up to me.

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I'm sorry, Mariella! I hadn't thought about Neruda in years until I saw your update and remembered why I went from loving his poetry (the poem that got me good grades was Poem 20) to despising it.
I don't mean to dictate what people think of him, but as I was telling Roshy, his memoirs aren't well-known in English so whilst he's fairly famous in English, his personal life (and his crime) isn't, and readers deserve the chance to make an informed choice.


Precisely! His poetry is known for praising the female boy and soul so very beautifully, and yet . . . he did this, to a woman. It's impossible to reconcile that knowledge for me.


I like your stance, it's very balanced and fair. Thank you for sharing, Jen!


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I'm sorry, Mariella! I hadn't thought about Ne..."
Which makes sense. So little of his work has been translated to English, so unless people are bilingual, they probably haven't been exposed to the rest. But it's good to know. I still think it's lovely work, and maybe objectively I can come back to it again later, but right now is probably just not the time.
That was a good one though. He just really has a way with words.

It's a red line in the sand we agree on, Gundula.

I don't expect others to feel like me, but there was no turning back to me after that knowledge. All those beautiful words, the description of women's bodies and all the pretty words can't undo the fact he violated a member of the gender he so gushes over in his poetry. I just can't see a rapist's words as beautiful poetry anymore.
Sadly, in South America (and probably other places in the world) raping the housemaid was an acceptable way for society boys to début sexually. It appears a lot in Latin American literature, it's normalised. Sleeping with the domestic service (who can't say no if they want to keep their jobs and were often poor and rural and illiterate) was no biggie, just like people in the past could rape their slaves and not pay for it at court. Neruda never paid, he knew he raped that girl, he describes so nonchalantly that she was like a corpse when he "took" her, that passage in his memoirs is explicit.
So yeah, I don't give a damn if he's the best writer of love poems anymore. :(

It's a red line in the sand we agree on, Gundula."
And especially if there is supposed "love" involved.

Oh, he has some of his love poems dedicated to Matilde, his wife number ... I don't remember anymore (he married multiple times), but he was a womaniser and rumoured to be unfaithful. And the story of his disabled child he abandoned is also another blotch on his reputation. He was simply awful as a father and husband from what I've read of his autobiography and other extra information that is published in Spanish but not known elsewhere because of language.



Oh, he has some of his love poems dedicated to Matilde, his wife number ... I don't remember anymore (he married multiple ti..."
The more you read about him, the more yuck.

Do you feel used now reading him? You should. You should think about the claim of Robin Williams character in 'Dead Poets Society' when he says that we read poetry to "woo women" with a little more seriousness and a little more disgust. Because women, especially young women, are in love with love and in love with the idea of being in love and sociopathic men love to exploit that. Neruda well knew what he was doing. He got the young version of you to crush on him, at the least in a literary sense, something that I imagine was always his goal. Beware anyone who writes about love as if it is an open wound and a source of pain. Such a person neither loves nor has ever been in love and perhaps does not even know what love is. They know perhaps lust well and desire, and using people to slake temporarily that desire, but I'm pretty sure love is something they've never experienced. I don't blame you for not separating the art from the artist in this case, because I think in your maturity you are going to recognize it all as rape poems.
And let's not stop there. Rape isn't the only way to make sex terrible. It's not like consent is this high bar you have to pass over and then above it all sex is beautiful, healthy, and good. Consent is this super low bar - a very minimum but nowhere near sufficient level of goodness and health in a sexual relationship. It's not the high bar but merely the bar at which we say, "Below this is so bad it's not merely a personal problem but a criminal problem. This is so far below standard that we as a society will need to intervene." But the bar is rather higher than that, and I doubt Neruda ever got much above the bar or rape. All he really ever got from women was probably consent to be used by him, sufficient to defend himself from the charge of rape, but hardly admirable.
Neruda could only write about what he knew, and frankly it reads ugly to me as a man and a shudder at all the young naive women he has used more grotesquely than he used the young you.

I know, because the Anglophone readership knows nothing about him as a person. His international image is very curated, but in his native country and other countries that speak Spanish and have access to the info, there have been some public polemics.

Ha! You're spoiling me. :) Thank you, Persy.

Exactly how my thought process went, thank you. Love poetry from a rapist is . . . just doesn't compute in my worldview.

I understand how this works. :(
Though I wouldn't be surprised if some of them knew and ignored it.

Interesting, you're the first person who has vocalised their impression of Neruda this clearly, but by no means the only one that has voiced their discomfort with his poetry. My classmates (we were 14-15 at the time) didn't like him at all, but as these things go, we were young and all chalked it up to our teacher making him mandatory reading for a class that would decide half of our grades. Who loves anything one is forced to read? :) But now that you point this out, I want to go back and ask my old classmates to explain.
I dislike poetry in general but I can take some types, yet love poetry is an absolute no-no to me. I tried for years to like it, even got to write some of it myself as a teen (during my Neruda phase, though mine weren't good), and it never 'clicked.' My last attempt was about 5 years ago when I tried erotic poems (e.e. cummings and others) because a then boyfriend fed me those, and it was another failure.
Neruda doesn't have to do with my aversion, but he certainly didn't help any, and I finally just accepted that I do not and never will like poetry and I'm fine with it. Do I feel used? Well, I guess love poetry does take advantage of girlish innocence like all other media that create romantic stereotypes and expectations to throw at women.


Though I wouldn't be surprised if some of them knew and ignored it."
Looking at what his defenders think, I wouldn't be surprised either. There was a hot polemic when they wanted to rename the Santiago airport in Chile after him and women protested, but he had his defenders too.

Ah, Byron. He was saved by my chronic distaste for poetry. :D

Ohh... I hope they didn't go ahead with the renaming. They'll always have defenders. :/

I don't like poetry but then also I don't dislike all poetry either. Of the love poets, the only one I really like is John Donne, because as a young man he writes the usual, "Please sleep with me our I will die" stuff that young men in frustration or cunning write to young women and have since the dawn of time, but he also does that as young man and then he grows up. He doesn't stay stuck in that eternal selfish boyhood, and then ponder women as objects his whole life. Donne never reads like a monster, and indeed seems to grow into true love and respect and more concerns than just whether he can get a girl he is infatuated with undressed.
I am rather fond of Tennyson and Kipling, two other poets quite often cancelled these days with a I think rather less reason. Kipling in particular is far more subversive than is generally credited, and he - much like a good satirist - has the whole of the human condition under his gaze and isn't really sparing anyone - least of all his fellow British. But saying that, I don't spend a lot of time reading poetry.
Mostly, I worry about the mental health of anyone who'd actually make a career of being a poet, and whether then it's a good idea to try to learn anything from poets whose lives rarely show them to be the sort of person you'd want to learn from. I'm rather glad we no longer uphold poetry as the highest literary art, though that being said, I think the lack of it is felt the popular music of the last 20 years.
As far as your condemnation of media, I must defend here my sex by saying that it's not the patriarchy chiefly responsible for the avalanche of ill-conceived romantic ideals and unserious emotional expectations that are rather unlikely to be fulfilled. For that we cannot blame the only rakes and predators that exploit it, but the "fairer sex" itself who willing and addictively consume it and are responsible for the greater share of the creation.

Last I checked, they didn't. Not sure about today, as that was years ago, though.

Oh, sure, but I wasn't framing it in terms of gender or arguing it's all men's fault. The writers of romance are overwhelmingly women, and those who campaign for better, sensitive, and realistic romance with non-toxic and non-questionable relationships are also women because they know the market well and what reforms and improvements it needs. The target audience are the ones that have to push for positive change, or at least that's the ideal.



Yeah, and she's not even read widely nowadays. I bet only a few nerds know her besides the academics like you. She was so far ahead of her time!

Oh okay. I hope they dropped the idea.


After reading about Lord Byron's life and his "affair" with his half sister, I now understand why of the English Romantic poets I only ever really enjoyed John Keats.
It kind of bothers me that in Faust II, Goethe obviously fashions Faust and Helena's child after Lord Byron (but I do appreciate that Goethe's portrait of Byron is not only flattering but also critical).

I'm familiar with the anti-Protestant arguments but had no idea about his personal life. o.O Doesn't sound good!

It's not as if Chile is lacking in good poets to honour, either, like poetess Gabriela Mistral, who also won a Nobel.
This is clearly a review from the heart. And I appreciate your honesty, Marquise.