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Beyond Guernica


By Bernardo Atxaga. Translated by Margaret Jull Costa
370 pp. Graywolf Press. $25

The Basque novelist Bernardo At­xaga has spent his career moving between fairy tales and terrorism. His early works were set in the mythical Spanish town of Obaba, where birds, squirrels and snakes could speak. Later he turned out gritty novels about men and women backed into corners by their entanglement with the Basque separatist movement. These two worlds converge in “The Accordionist’s Son,” a sprawling novel about the legacy of civil war in Spain that borrows characters from Atxaga’s previous works but does not have quite the same charm and power.

Stretching across most of the 20th century, the novel is framed as the memoir of David Imaz, a Basque exile. Dying on a ranch in Northern California in 1999, he steals away from his American family each night to document his early life in his native language. We learn he was raised in the peaceful town of Obaba, not far from Guernica, with only a dim awareness of the civil war that ended a decade before he was born. As a teenager he discovers a list of Republican sympathizers executed on behalf of the Franco regime in 1937. It is in his father’s hand.

Rather than confront his father, David turns his conscience against himself. He is sickened by the thought of colluding with a corrupt regime, so he refuses to play the family accordion at the unveiling of a monument to Franco’s soldiers, disappearing instead to a cellar that once hid Republicans during the civil war. But one cannot hide from history, especially when it is set to repeat itself. By the late 1960s the Basque separatist movement is brewing, and David comes under suspicion by the Spanish civil guard. He tries to remain neutral as his friends set off bombs and burn the Spanish flag. But in the end, whether in defiance of his father or in imitation of him, he joins the ­terrorists’ cause.

As we see David swept up in the partisan violence he tried so hard to avoid, it becomes apparent that he is not the sole author of this memoir. His close friend and collaborator Joseba, who visits him as he is dying in California, has taken the manuscript and rewritten it according to his own view of the past. This shadow editor may be a surrogate for Atxaga himself, whose real first name is also Joseba, and who translates his own work into Spanish.

Alluring as this literary twist may be, the story line tends to fade behind a screen of expository dialogue and a swarm of walk-on characters. As David’s wife tells Joseba, “events and facts have all been crammed in, like anchovies in a glass jar.” The abundance of detail adds credibility to the novel but weakens its emotional force, even in Margaret Jull Costa’s fine translation from the Spanish.

It is to Atxaga’s credit, however, that some crucial questions remain unresolved. One never learns exactly how committed David’s father was to the fascist cause, or the extent of David’s own participation in the Basque underground. The truth may die with him. In a world where sons are condemned to reinvent the sins of their fathers, this could amount to a sort of mercy.

Jascha Hoffman writes frequently for Nature and The Times.


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