About this book

Portuguese literature

Aubrey F. G. Bell

the _Jornal do Commercio_ of Rio de Janeiro in 1892 his _A Inglaterra de hoje_ (1893); Eça de Queiroz showed a deeper acquaintance with England in his _Cartas de Inglaterra_ (1905). Snr. WENCESLAU JOSÉ DE SOUSA MORAES (born in 1854), sometimes called the Portuguese Pierre Loti, has skilfully described China and Japan in _Traços do Extremo Oriente_ (1905), _Paisagens da China e do Japão_ (1906), and _Cartas do Japão_ (three series, 1904-7). In a letter in French at the end of his _Traços_ he says: _J’ai dit ce que je pensais, naïvement, au gré de mes souvenirs._ Snr. MANUEL TEIXEIRA GOMES, versatile and gifted, traveller, diplomatist (Portuguese Minister at the Court of St. James), and author, is essentially an artist. With a clear, coloured, liquid style he excels in painting the blue seas, transparent air, and sun-burnt soil of Algarve in _Agosto Azul_ (1904). His pagan and unconventional art has the power of impressing incidents on the mind, as of giving sharp relief to fantastic persons such as the Canon and his three witless sisters in _Gente Singular_ (1909), the Danish literary lady in _Inventario de Junho_ (1899), or the avaricious Dona Maria and the inane Minister of _Sabina Freire_ (1905). This ‘comedy in three acts’ contains sufficient shrewdness, humour, and clever characterization for a long novel instead of a short play. The tiny volumes _Tristia_ (1893) and _Alem_ (1895) by Snr. ANTERO DE FIGUEIREDO (born in 1867) were notable for their style, and in other works, _Partindo da Terra_ (1897), the passionate letters of _Doida de Amor_ (1910), the novel _Comicos_ (1908), and the fascinating historical studies _D. Pedro e D. Inês_ (1913) and _Leonor Teles, Flor de Altura_ (1916), his prose maintains a restraint and charm which place him among the best stylists of the day. One of the noblest qualities of this prose is its precision, the scrupulous use of the right word, common or archaic. It is the more disconcerting to find good Portuguese words such as _estação_, _hospedaria_, _comodo_, _bondade_ ousted by _gare_, _hôtel_, _confortavel_, _bonomia_. But these are only occasional blemishes in a style of rare distinction. It can paint a whole scene in a brief sentence, as _os milheiraes amarellecem-se caladamente_. This power of description gives excellence to his _Recordações e Viagens_ (1905), whether the recollections be of Minho or of _uma aldeia espiritual_ in Italy. It is really as a writer of short sketches and essays that he excels. In _Senhora do Amparo_ (1920) and especially in the seventeen sketches of _Jornadas de Portugal_ (1918) skill in the choice of indigenous words gives a forcible and original poetry to glowing descriptions redolent of the soil. D. MARIA AMALIA VAZ DE CARVALHO (1847-1921) collaborated with her husband, the poet Gonçalves Crespo, in _Contos para os nossos filhos_, and in _Serões no Campo_ (1877), three stories, in one of which, _A Engeitada_, one may perhaps see reminiscences of Julio Diniz’ _A Casa Mourisca_, and _Contos e Phantasias_ (1880) treated slight themes with a delicate charm. But she is less well known as writer of _contos_ or as poet, in _Vozes do Ermo_ (1876), than as the author of a notable historical biography, _Vida do Duque de Palmella_ (1898-1903), and of critical essays on Portuguese and foreign literatures. In the latter the English predominates, but French, German, and Italian, as in _Arabescos_ (1880), are not forgotten. The sane judgement, sympathy, and insight of _Alguns homens do meu tempo_ (1889), _Figuras de Hoje e de Hontem_ (1902), _Cerebros e Corações_ (1903), _No Meu Cantinho_ (1909), _Coisas de Agora_ (1913), and other volumes have been appreciated by countless readers in Portugal and Brazil. A writer who likewise combines literary and historical criticism with original work in verse (_Poemetos_, 1882) and prose is the CONDE DE SABUGOSA (born in 1854), skilful and delicate reconstructor of the past in _Embrechados_ (1908), _Donas de Tempos Idos_ (1912), _Gente d’Algo_ (1915), _Neves de Antanho_ (1919), and _A Rainha D. Leonor_ (1921), who collaborated with another stylist, the CONDE DE ARNOSO[691] (1856-1911), author of _Azulejos_ (1886), in the volume of _contos_ entitled _De braço dado_ (1894). His historical portraits are full of life and charm, painted in the warm colours of knowledge and emotion. If we except D. Maria Amalia Vaz de Carvalho, the literary achievement of women in Portugal in recent years has not been remarkable. Like D. CLAUDIA DE CAMPOS, author of the novels _Elle_ (1898) and _A Esfinge_ and short stories, D. ALICE PESTANA (_Caiel_) has cultivated with success both the novel, as in _Desgarrada_ (1902), and the _conto_, as in _De Longe_ (1904), which contains stories of familiar life written with sincerity and truth. If D. ANNA DE CASTRO OSORIO’S _Ambições_ (1903) gives the impression rather of a series of scenes than of a long novel, in her short stories _Infelizes_ (1898)--especially _A Terra_--and _Quatro Novelas_ (1908) she ably describes common family life in town or country, or (in _A Sacrificada_) the lives, past and present, of aged nuns in a dwindling convent. D. VIRGINIA DE CASTRO E ALMEIDA has written two novels concerning the development of the soil in Alentejo: _Terra Bemdita_ (1907) and _Trabalho Bemdito_ (1908).[692] They are frankly novels with a thesis to prove, but contain so much vigour and zest of living that they stand out from other more futile or anaemic novels of contemporary Portugal. The growing prominence of the _conto_ is felt in the work of Castello Branco, Eça de Queiroz, Teixeira de Queiroz, Snr. Jaime de Magalhães Lima (_Via Redemptora_, 1905, _Apostolos da Terra_, 1906, _Vozes do Meu Lar_, 1912), and many other novelists. JULIO CESAR MACHADO (1835-90) showed talent in _Contos ao luar_ (1861), _Scenas da minha terra_ (1862), _Quadros do campo e da cidade_ (1868), _Á Lareira_ (1872). His skill in the description of rustic scenes would have been more convincing had he not thought it necessary to introduce touches of extraneous elegance and humour into his very real love of the country, so that the patent leather boot is ever appearing among the _tamancos_ in these light humorous sketches and romantic tales. As slight but perhaps more natural are the _Contos do Tio Joaquim_ (1861) by RODRIGO PAGANINO (1835-63); the pleasant stories of village life, _Contos_ (1874) and _Serões de Inverno_ (1880), written by CARLOS LOPES (born in 1842) under the pseudonym PEDRO IVO; and _Contos_ (1894) and _Azul e Negro_[693] (1897) by Afonso Botelho. The poet AUGUSTO SARMENTO (born in 1835) also wrote stories of village life, _Contos do Soalheiro_ (1876), but stories _à thèse_, treating of emigration and other _minhoto_ evils, among which he includes _beatas_, witches, and _brasileiros de torna-viagem_. A writer of _contos_ as disappointing as Machado is ALBERTO BRAGA (1851-1911). He has a sense of style and technique, and some of his tales, especially _O Engeitado_, are pathetic, but after reading his _Contos da minha lavra_ (1879), _Contos de aldeia_, _Contos Escolhidos_ (1892), _Novos Contos_, one has the perhaps somewhat unfair impression that they are mainly concerned with _viscondessas_ and canaries. The learned Conde de Ficalho in _Uma Eleição Perdida_ (1888) evidently relates his own experiences, and this and the five accompanying _contos_ contain some charming descriptions of Alentejo, of the _reisinho cacique_ Lopes, Paschoal the _passarinheiro_, the gossips of the village _botica_, the girls carrying _bilhas_, the scent of rosemary in morning dew. The same province supplies the background of the work of JOSÉ VALENTIM FIALHO DE ALMEIDA (1857-1912). Born at Villa de Frades, the son of a village schoolmaster, he spent seven years sadly against the grain as chemist’s assistant before he was able to turn more exclusively to literature. No recent writer has had a greater vogue in Portugal. One must account for this by the fact that in the somewhat nerveless literature of the day he showed a virile and often brutal colour and energy. A few descriptions of Alentejo gave interest to his _Contos_ (1881) and _A Cidade do Vicio_ (1882), an interest strengthened in _O Paiz das Uvas_ (1893). This collection of naturalistic stories of great variety and very unequal merit is, indeed, redeemed by the author’s love for his native province. He sometimes obtains powerful effects when his subject is the wide spaces, the night silences, or the summer drought and midday zinc-coloured sky of Alentejo. The shepherdess with her distaff, the village crier, the small proprietor, the harvesters with their week’s provision of coarse bread, goat’s cheese, and olives, toiling in a temperature of 122 degrees, appear in his stories. His art is wholly external. One need not have complained of his lack of psychology had he been able to express what he saw in good Portuguese prose. But if we turn to his style we find uncouth constructions, the constant use of French words, and worse still, French words disguised as Portuguese: _deboche_, _coquettemente_, _crayonar_. This is the more pity because, had he written in Portuguese, he might have left robust pictures of the Alentejan peasant’s life in its grim reality which would have been read with pleasure. A sober and fastidious style, sometimes recalling that of the Spanish essayist Azorín, marks the _Contos_ (1900) of the dramatist D. João da Camara. The clear etching of the blind man and his grandson going through the streets on Christmas Eve in _As Estrellas do Cego_ and, especially, the poignant sketch of the ruined old scholar _fidalgo_ in _O Paquete_ show admirably what a skilful craftsman can make of the slightest of themes. This is true to an even greater degree of the best of all the Portuguese _contistas_, JOSÉ FRANCISCO DE TRINDADE COELHO (1861-1908). His _contos_ collected under the title _Os Meus Amores_ (1891), natural and deeply felt scenes of peasant life, are all marked by an exceptional delicacy of style and by a most alluring freshness and simplicity. The tinkling of the bells of flocks, the thin blue smoke above the roofs, the evening mists, the flight of doves are in these pages. And the peasants are treated with the same sympathetic insight as their surroundings, the women singing at their work in the fields, the olive-gatherers at supper in the great farm kitchen; vintage and harvest, tragedy and idyll. The sympathy is extended to the animals, donkey (_Sultão_), goat (_Mãe_), and hen (_A Choca_). The _saudade_ of peasant soldiers for the land in _Terra-Mater_ gives an opportunity for describing the life of the peasants with its hardy toil and many simple pleasures. In _Á Lareira_, the longest of these stories, a rustic _serão_ of peasants _ao borralho_ is pleasantly drawn out with quatrains, riddles, anecdotes, fairy-tales, only interrupted by the ringing of the angelus for the saying of prayer on prayer. Two little masterpieces stand somewhat apart from the rest: _Abyssus Abyssum_, the tragic story of two small boys, brothers, rowing to overtake the evening star, and _Idyllio Rustico_, which with its two ingenuous little shepherds and their flocks of sheep in the lonely places might almost be a chapter from Don Ramón María del Valle Inclán’s _Flor de Santidad_ (1904). _Os Meus Amores_ shows realism at its best, that is to say, hand in hand with idealism. The author is not so enamoured of his delightful style that he does not make the peasants speak their natural language, and although he realizes keenly and expresses the poetry of their life, he never sacrifices truth to this perception any more than to the strange and essentially false propensities of the naturalistic school, nor