San Manuel Bueno, Martir – Miguel de Unamuno


I don’t know what is true and what is a lie, nor what I saw, or what I dreamed—or rather what I dreamed and what I only saw—nor what I knew, nor what I believed. I don’t know if I am transferring my consciousness to this paper as white as snow, and if it will remain there, leaving me without it. Why should I still keep it…? Do I know anything?; do I believe anything? Has what I am writing about here really happened, and did it happen like I am telling it? Can things like these really happen? Is this just a dream, within another dream?

A priest, a village, faith and doubts.
I could write many paragraphs about this short novel, but I would be repeating¹ myself
First time I read Unamuno’s prose. Definitely not the last.
You can find this little gem online. SpanishEnglish

* Photo credit: Book cover via Goodreads.


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