Musica de pio baroja biography

No Basque has won the Nobel Prize for literature. If there was ever a strong candidate, it might have been Pío Baroja y Nessi. He was a prolific writer whose influence extended to Nobel Prize winners such as Ernest Hemingway. However, he simply didn’t have the desire for self-promotion. He just wanted to write. His writing was controversial, and many of his books were banned by the Franco regime.

• Baroja was born in Donostia on December 28, 1872. His father, Serafin Baroja, was a mining engineer who also had an artistic soul, writing operas and penning books of Basque songs. Pío started down a technical path, even receiving his doctorate in medicine in 1893, but soon shifted to letters and books. As a practicing doctor in Zestoa, he realized he had no interest in or aptitude for medicine. Further, his return to the Basque Country (he had studied medicine in Madrid and Valencia) rekindled a love of his homeland.
• After a stint as a baker in Madrid, he decided to dedicate himself to literature, even though there was little prospect of making a decent life as a writer. “I already understood that trying out literature would give little pecuniary result, but in the meantime I could live poorly, but with enthusiasm. And I decided to do so.” With little taste

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Pío Baroja was born in San Sebastián in 1872 and lived most of his childhood in Pamplona, where his father worked as a mining engineer. Years later, the whole family moved to Madrid, where Baroja completed his secondary education and received his medical degree. During this time, and in the company of his friends, he would roam Madrid's underworld: the Rastro Flea Market, Las Vistillas Garden, the Príncipe Pío hill, and the neighbourhoods of Cuatro Caminos, Ventas and Vallecas… It was these rambles as a young boy that would lay the foundations of the writer's knowledge of Madrid at the turn of the century, which he captured in works such as The Adventures, Inventions and Trickeries of Silvestre Paradox, The Quest, Red Dawn, and Nights at the Buen Retiro.

After the war, and until his death in 1956, Baroja lived at No. 12, Calle de Ruiz de Alarcón, close to El Retiro Park. It was during this period of reflection that an English friend of the author's, who was taking photos of Madrid, asked him to write something about the capital. Almost all of the quotes in this map, unless stated otherwise, are taken from his essay entitled A Fading Spain.

Pío Baroja writes of a Madrid that never sleeps, home to layabouts, bohemians, workers, and the affl