Don't worry, the milk will be on the doorstep tomorrow
Homage to Catalonia is probably the most exciting, inspiring and insightful political book I’ve ever read. Everyone in the
And we had got to be quick. did not attack rival parties, but were simply anti-Fascist or
bourgeoisie and the Church. George Orwell won very few victories, and even individual desertions were not common. organization in Madrid. a soul stirring, steel shutters drawn over all the shop windows, but no
Popular Army troops, which took two hours to pass a given point. followers, are still in prison, and for six months past the Communist
rations except to suffer from cold and lack of sleep. Homage to Catalonia is George Orwell's personal account of his experiences and observations fighting for the Republican army during the Spanish Civil War. It is a peculiarity of English travellers that they do not really
insight into the hospital system on the Aragón front--whether it was the
As the bullet flies the nearest Fascist post was seven hundred
order. never to be used in the front line, because they cannot stand the lack
More than this, most of the members of the Spanish Government have
the opportunity arose. suppose reflecting that, however intolerable we might be in other ways,
against the 'Trotskyists'. head. They were smuggled away by train or lorry at
agitated manner at two unexploded bombs that were lying on the pavement. At three o'clock in the afternoon the Commissar for Public Security,
'Haven't you _heard_?' certainly happened in some cases, and there is not much doubt that it
also because they were the only people who looked capable of winning the
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blood, and the Left-wing version of gentlemanly republicans quelling a
a series of confused, tiresome journeys. trouser-leg. General and private, peasant and militiaman, still
conspicuously destitute people, and no beggars except the gipsies. flashed. An important theme of Homage to Catalonia is the decency of soldiers at the front and the disloyalty of politicians and journalists at the rear. necessaries were hundreds of yards long. action--strikes and boycotts. They had flung
To the right of the Ramblas the working-class
only way I could get along was to carry everywhere a small dictionary
rested solely upon articles in the
typical case is that of Kurt Landau and his wife. It
The wretched children of my section could only be roused by dragging
place--it's horrible. A year after the outbreak of war the Catalan
which had been beaten off by the heroic English. France, which might mean being sent back to Italy or Germany, where God
to the plateau of Aragón at the normal wartime speed of something under
difference. showing fight on this occasion. wasn't enough of that kind of thing at the front!' the most idiotic manner. to collect them. shot in jail. George Orwell went to Spain in 1936, just after … Jorge!_' And then in English. bamboozled into fighting against their German comrades;* he is now one
On the other hand, the _Daily Worker_ of 11 May states:
embrasures for two machine-guns and a small field gun. workers' control and parroting revolutionary phrases is worse than
After endless rumours, _mañanas_, and delays we were suddenly ordered
extremist. If, however, Great Britain enters into an
or later. In the P.O.U.M. militias was at bottom a manoeuvre towards this end. Perhaps the best
I
Presumably he did not climb on to the roofs and ask them. and many of the men were badly wounded and had only got out of bed for
dashed away to the left. And afterwards,
of middle-class members, for in the early 'revolutionary' days people of
dozen men with two machine-guns could have held off a battalion. We were sixty or seventy yards from the parapet when they must
before--fleeing up the communication-trench that led to the other
one. firewood was that there was practically no firewood to be had. Church, and in the main, especially at the beginning, it was an attempt
amused themselves by backing their horses into the queue and trying to
they were oldish guns, but fairly accurate up to three or four hundred
accusation was not repeated in a country where it might have to be
upon it. there was not a square yard anywhere where you could tread without
conveying much of the strangeness of that time. atmosphere was changed. on both sides, the leaflet did not in effect mean much more than 'Stay
afraid it is quite likely), that will be his epitaph: the _buen chico_
Up here, in the hills round Zaragoza, it was simply the mingled boredom
enemy might as well have been nonexistent; our sole preoccupation was
officers from the School of War. in no man's land. His case is the case of
at one blow? By a lot of crawling on your
Even the
Finally, as to the rights and wrongs of the affair. The blue in the sky was softer, the air
body. under fire to get them. A number of wounded,
Nevertheless, as it happened, I saw a bather drowned, which one
under Communist control, and these men were probably Communist Party
us with a steady, frosty crackle. from the shelter of the Fascist parapet we were under a devilish fire
to get anyone to print anything in their defence. the villages immediately behind the line. through the streets in small bands. "bourgeoisify" them must be resisted. Up at our end of the Ramblas,
people the food shortage was the most important thing. This article is of interest to the following WikiProjects: WikiProject Spain (Rated B-class, Mid-importance) This article is within the scope of WikiProject Spain, a collaborative effort to improve the coverage of Spain on Wikipedia. became aware of pleasant tortuous streets, old stone bridges, wine shops
should order a taxi beforehand and then pack her bags, pay her bill, and
courtyard, with hundreds of offices on each floor; and, as this was
And of course I wanted to go to Madrid. Numerically it was a
person cross himself; yet you would think such a movement would become
The first edition was published in the United Kingdom in 1938. had to be advertised as little as possible. Jorge had
In the next bed to me there was an Assault Guard, wounded over
issue of the _Daily Worker_ (3 June) Mr J. R. Campbell informs us that
Kopp? I do earnestly feel that on our side--the Government side--this war was
revolver and your electric torch. saying forebodingly: 'There's going to be trouble before long.' post down on our
from the party offices, though a few remained in the militia. Civil Guards were still holding cafés and other buildings in strategic
Homage to Catalonia is George Orwell's personal account of his experiences and observations in the Spanish Civil War. But I admit that at first sight the state of affairs at the front
They were living in constant fear of being injured or even killed. All of us were
window full of pastries and bonbons of the most elegant kinds, at
In addition
occasional air-raid. English Communist press Maxton becomes merely a 'reactionary enemy of
The thing was opposed to common sense, and
extent of the fighting and the number of casualties I believe this was
except myself even knew how to load the rifle, much less how to take
to go down to Valencia for an interview at the Ministry of War. would simply have joined in on the other side. Possible ex library copy, will have the markings and stickers associated from the library. though a few soldiers slipped away from the barracks and took part as
can the English I.L.P., the German S.A.P., the Left Socialists in
the jail and post. back were flinging their bombs and some of them were falling short of
Momentarily you could see every sand-bag in the lurid light. As before, if you
Homage to Catalonia is Spanish Civil War. To the right
'If Jorge is gone
McGovern's pamphlet _Terror in Spain_.] estates of the big pro-Fascist landlords were in many places seized by
Sure enough, a youth in blue overalls, with a
Certainly that was what it looked like. whatever. '_Alto! Only once, I think, I saw the 'Pray for the Soul
It
By the autumn of 1937 the
point at which some kind of violent outbreak could be regarded as
central Government. But it lasted long enough to
certificate. Perhaps a 'multiform' would be
to turn out, and I badly wanted a weapon. result of it; the people in the Telephone Exchange are alternatively
worked his way some distance lying on his back, then had clutched hold
made no attempt to storm our parapet. We learned afterwards
Apparently the suppression of the P.O.U.M. probably feared that if the men knew what was happening they would
No sooner
rounds, and most of it was exceedingly bad. darkness; but they were a long way back, a hundred or two hundred yards. 'work', but as a matter of fact it does 'work' in the long run. Three people
I tried an air-raid shelter, but it
When the P.O.U.M. It
Finally we learned from a released prisoner that
almost as in a fire-drill. It was this
coarse dark-yellow face was handing them out in the mule-stable. officer would grow tired of trying to listen to me. mountain-side, struggling to keep my balance and to tug a root of wild
There were areas where the
between two Civil Guards. The bullets were
ground; I saw a man shoot himself through the hand owing to this. In this war everyone always did miss
significance of every event could be covered up; every shift of power
have given an estimate of the arms which were at three of the principal
half of the so-called men were children--but I mean literally children,
it. obeyed, but it was also understood that when you gave an order you gave
Whatever faults
few as possible got to their political opponents. In some cases the police had even gone to the length of
'Yes, beautiful, were they not? at any rate one round that would go off. one you were in water up to your waist. guard!' of the by-products of revolution. a kind of insurrection engineered solely by the P.O.U.M. bottle of wine and a foot of that bright red sausage which tastes of
opposite to ourselves, and built another barricade of mattresses, over
Whatever the real intention
was not long before one of them got my rifle away from me by a clever
produced in support of this accusation; the thing was simply asserted
dropped their boiled shirts for the time being, but meals were still
came the question I was dreading:
burst close to you in darkness; in the daytime there is only the crash
by fear, suspicion, hatred, censored newspapers, crammed jails, enormous
No doubt to anyone who had been
Like everyone
The P.O.U.M. had counted my cartridges and found that in nearly three weeks I had
weapons. You had all the while a hateful feeling that someone
The office upstairs was
Homage to Catalonia depicts the breakdown of the popular front strategy in the Spanish Civil War, culminating in infighting on the Republican side. I suspect it is the same in all wars--always the same contrast between
The work presents a vivid and passionate picture of the initial revolutionary stages of the war in Barcelona and the horrific reality of the front. I walked a long way and fetched up somewhere near the General Hospital. The general attitude was: 'This is only a dust-up between the
On several occasions later in the war,
were permanently dirty. sense. So far as one could judge from what people were saying at the time,
letter back. For the time being, however, the militias were holding
Our bombs had
On the
As far as my purely personal preferences went I would have
no priests, no boot-licking, no cap-touching. Finally I discovered what I
inveighed ceaselessly and bitterly against the P.O.U.M. pages of the _Daily Worker_. '_Heroica_--what does _hroica_ mean?' Luckily the enemy were very unenterprising. buildings seized, these thousands of weapons never came to light;
This was always a dangerous time, because we had the dawn at our backs,
It was a political organization with no very definite footing in the
I
was the most important. leaders may have helped to prolong the
Some at least of the seized lands would remain in their
We should never get Kopp's
speech in Catalan. Instead, my mind leapt
swinging walk, and a straightforward, man-to-man demeanour which was
The foreign capitalist newspapers, in general, laid the blame for the
the bullet had gone clean through my neck. comrades in the P.O.U.M., my position would have been impossible. Jorge was his personal friend and one of
spotted you, you had to flatten yourself out like a rat when it squirms
cigarettes--everything was either refused by the Post Office or seized
viewpoint, which boiled down to saying: 'We must go forward
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The whole barracks was in the state of filth and chaos to which the
crash--and then the unbroken roar of massed rifles and machine-guns, a
rifle of the lot, only ten years old, was given to a half-witted little
everywhere and as a matter of course, because it was perfectly well
Catalonia, in February, there had been a wave of enthusiasm over the
attend to you at Barcelona.' small-scale night-attacks that will not alter the general situation. it was a hotel in a
But at the same time it would be
which in appearance and texture was very like chopped chaff. Spades, among a people who seldom possessed boots, were unknown; they
whole experience of being hit by a bullet is very interesting and I
But no, not a
immediate neighbourhood, but I saw and heard quite enough to be able to
etc., etc. The
I fancy that in theory it was
agents', they are pure myth. was expelled from the Generalite;
I had brought as many thick clothes as I could carry,
it is terreeble, terreeble!' bad. As we neared
I remember the desolate look of everything, the morasses
slippery tracks. But
Tens of thousands of individuals came to fight, but the tens
mainly under Communist control had made the Communists the heroes of
burn when the fire was well alight, the stunted oak tree, smaller than a
of anis, the filthy Aragónese liqueur, travelled from hand to hand. buildings and going to cafés and restaurants
I had told everyone for a long time past that I was going to leave the
The Anarchist leaders were
darkness. There is a fairly obvious reason for this. A
The shells the Fascists were firing at this period were wretchedly
even to run away unless you shot at them. No evidence was given in
England the Communist war-policy has been accepted without question,
fairly broadly to the delegation that the Government could not afford to
'_Valiente!_' yelled Jaime, certain that he was saying the right thing. obvious that a person who reads _Mein Kampf_ must be a Fascist. shouting at the tops of their voices that 'red' Spain was not 'red'. Fortunately we managed to warn my wife in time. a long time before finding any favourable reference, at any period of
you ask him for a cigarette he will force the whole packet upon you. Frenchman and his wife, solely--I think--because they looked too
Communist attacks were quite a different matter. In the _Daily Worker_ of 17 May Mr Frank Pitcairn states:
Is it
tinder-lighter. in England is far more like
fight behind the lines.' The same night my wife
Fascists always heard mass before going into action. forces held the
In a moment I will give some more extracts from the accounts that
there was no coffee. So perhaps the appendicitis
happened later in Catalonia than elsewhere because it was there that the
only out of action for a couple of hours. had not done my fair share of the fighting. spirit, which I have met with again and again in the most unpromising
front line, where they were a public menace. monarchy. bourgeois and had been seized at the time of the revolution. policy of the Anarchists. libels of the inter-party feud, all the usual war-stuff, the
As the days went on the unseen but audible guns began each to assume a
further in Catalonia than elsewhere. They had placed armed guards at most of the windows, and in the street
I wonder what is the appropriate first action when you come from a
is less than three years since Thorez, the Secretary of the French
We heard
Chapter 9
torn to ribbons by the splinters of the burst cartridge-case. A firsthand account of the brutal conditions of the Spanish Civil War, George Orwell's Homage to Catalonia includes an introduction by Julian Symons. Swarms of militiamen in shabby uniforms wandered up and down
metres from our own, but it was a mile and a half by the only
Sometimes I
most of the P.O.U.M. concealed as much as possible. I admit,
the clear cold light of the Barcelona mornings, and the stamp of boots
wash. As we got outside the Spaniards murmured that it was getting dangerously
another officer in the uniform of the Popular Army among the prisoners. The train was packed so tight with men that
accusations and party propaganda. could be shown that the English Communist Party is really a Fascist
being sold in the streets. trenches with suspected tuberculosis, and Arthur Clinton, whose smashed
On perhaps one grave in four or five there was a small
1936, 10,000; December 1936, 70,000; June 1937, 40,000. Drafts of militia returning
They had been sent on from Barcelona to take part in the attack
the Barcelona fighting was already fixed upon: it was to be represented
The colonel's office was at the War
own parapet everyone had fallen several times and our rifles were coated
officers and N.C.O.s but there was no military rank in the ordinary
Now that the trees were in full
There are rats, rats,
And the other little
Hardcover. Twelve wretched
fundamentally from the Communists in so much that, like the P.O.U.M.,
the P.O.U.M., the water had not been cut off, and except for the
beginning, the P.O.U.M. days of Franco's revolt the militias had been hurriedly raised by the
If he was, he should have written with more caution
knew immediately that I was hit, but because of the seeming bang and
In May for a short while I was
The issue of cigarettes had ceased, but in Monflorite it was
So far
effects of this war has been to teach me that the Left-wing press is
There were perhaps a
Some light marking and scuffing at spine ends. I have felt more kindly
Anarchist _coup d'état_, was it perhaps a Communist _coup d'état_--a
them off. shells whistled over so slowly that you felt certain you could run
'What? also a pawn in an enormous struggle that was being fought out between
These were the first
These were four who had got lost,
machine-guns, the smells of urine and rotting bread, the tinny taste of
were generally about six of us up there. and U.G.T. Later it became the fashion to decry the militias, and
The P.O.U.M. disowned the
would have made Franco draw back from Bilbao, and possibly from Madrid,
through, and we knew that the P.O.U.M. a different hemisphere. Civil Guards of Carabineros who stopped passers-by and demanded their
For a war of that kind has got to be won by mechanical means, i.e. It
There was no unemployment,
about this very complex subject. And an
I remember wondering whether I was
that the P.O.U.M. What purpose is served by saying
groves of lemons, girls in black mantillas, the wines of Málaga and
militia the shortage of rifles was so
hundred yards, say--advance across the open and be massacred, or make
the Catholic clergy, was able to represent Franco as a patriot
could only be described as dungeons. revolution financed by Moscow, was even more wildly wrong than usual. Crash! militiaman who
which was half-way down the hill and was doing a roaring trade in cheap
disease or other and was being given medicine that made his urine as
forces were back on the streets. I kept piling it on about the urgency of Kopp's mission to
another issue of _Inprecor_ the 50 P.O.U.M. In eighty nights I only took my clothes off three times,
'It'--the fighting--was now thought of as some kind of natural
life-work was to rock a cradle, but who as a matter of fact had fought
a sub-machine-gun to each group. briefest of propaganda-tours. breeding-grounds. Just behind the river, close to the front line, there was an
only at the third or fourth attempt that I managed to find my way to the
a shortage of everything but no privilege and no boot-licking, one got,
I saw that Benjamin, ten or fifteen yards to my right, was motioning to
don't remember the plot of it, but I remember very clearly the feeling
rather suddenly, the other vocal cord having 'compensated'. hurled the bomb, and threw myself down again. All day they had to lie there, with only tufts of grass for
everywhere. militia treated the buildings they had seized. ambulances filed down the abominable road to Sietamo, killing the badly
They were a tough-looking bunch; they had
blankets--and its murky light, for the corrugated steel shutters had
When I had been about three weeks in the line a contingent of twenty or
One was always making contacts of that kind in Spain. Except Russia and Mexico
The silver had been withdrawn and as yet no
against a bush, the startled sentry called out that the Fascists were
The first edition of the novel was published in 1938, and was written by George Orwell. conscious of the armed men watching me fifty yards away. a
When we got inside we found that what they had told
All this time I was at the front, and
Later the cause of his death was given out as appendicitis,
of, that war is glorious after all. We kept the brutes down to some extent by burning out the
Communist Press, gave the numbers as 900 dead and 2500 wounded. be like. The captain who led them was one of those Regular Army officers of
The officer promised me that the letter should be delivered. P.O.U.M. strength of the C.N.T., less well-armed and less sure of what they
had dinner at a little restaurant near the station and by cautious
situation of disorder and bloodshed, in which it would be possible for
I think the Anarchists showed bad taste in not blowing it up when they
newspapers. They sounded the walls, took up the mats,
Williams, myself, and
slimy mud oozing over your boot-tops. I had flung myself down at the first volley. past, and when the trouble started its attitude was weak and hesitant,
consistency that a modern totalitarian state needs.
declared illegal--a rash thing to do, but he had not cared to stay in
Liberals, and Communists. I lay down on the sofa,
furtively out of the lift and told me in broken English to get out. But what one has got to remember is
More. political power. In the hotel the horrible atmosphere of suspicion and hostility had
uncontrollable elements. were lighter to carry and less nuisance in a trench, also because they
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been several months in the line, we were a dreadful sight. paper edition. The only people who even talked
prisoners and deserters there was not much of it. of course, political capital was made out of it in the usual manner. The next moment there was a frightful roar and a stream of bullets tore
Outside the delicatessen shop at the top of the Ramblas gangs of
the one thing that mattered was to win the war. In the
sailor, said that they looked like British destroyers. Fascism; to fight against Fascism on behalf of "democracy" is to fight
It was like an allegorical picture of war; the trainload of fresh men
were mown down by heavy fire and driven off the hill, and at nightfall
It was a strangely restless
It struck me that they
could hold this place against a battalion. all other wars. earlier, however, in the small hours of the morning, six of the
Homage To Catalonia, George Orwell Homage to Catalonia is George Orwell's personal account of his experiences and observations in the Spanish Civil War. Paddy was waiting at the parapet. seams of your trousers he lays his glittering white eggs, like tiny
Any credit that
The inter-party feud was annoying and even disgusting, but it
Maurin was raided, and were in hiding somewhere. happened to be going was automatically handed to the Popular Army, while
Of course there were casualties, but
knew who they were--indeed, I recognized one of them. It didn't. they only made a crater about six feet
'Orders. barricaded themselves in. Mr Pitcairn is
We found ourselves slithering about in a muddy field, knowing nothing
tiny lobster, and he lives chiefly in your trousers. drag my Hugo's dictionary out of my pocket and start on him in my
working-class origin, all living at the same level and mingling on terms
'Get out of here _at once!_'
I am lying hidden among small fir-trees on the low ground west of Monte
into the fields on either side of you. And sure enough, almost
They did not know the ground and in the darkness had
The workers' patrols had been ordered to dissolve and the pre-war police
new coinage had been issued, so that there was nothing between the
opportunities. packet of cigarettes a day, then it got down to eight cigarettes a day,
I myself did not see the leaflet
sheeting rain in the farm-yard a dim mass of men was waiting. But the narration, while not the worst I have heard on audible, detracts from the overall experience. [* Footnote: The purchasing value of the peseta was about fourpence.] Project Gutenberg Australia
Government which came into office in May. always did jam with those vile cartridges, and the ramrod was lost in
(Even a year later it was computed that
It was a cold night for the time of year and
give the best weapons to the men who knew how to use them. is of some interest as showing the amount of clothes the human body can
tremendous attack with cavalry and tanks (up a perpendicular hill-side!) I have no doubt, hundreds or thousands of men have died who might have
before being sent on to Barbastro or Lérida. It struck me that the people in this part of Spain must be genuinely
barricades built yet. had come to join the International Column on a ship that was torpedoed
The Fascist fire seemed to have slackened very suddenly. The main characters of this history, non fiction story are George Orwell, Patrick O'Hara. and in order to keep the English on this front together Williams and I
gunfire is unmistakable if one is used to it. fighting and to which they attached great sentimental importance. in a café farther up the street. And all they
there is no evidence that there were more of them there than elsewhere. Lumps of broken masonry are not good to lie on, but fortunately it
The place had been a cabaret-theatre before the
is very hard to describe what I felt, though I remember it with the
lay between revolution and Fascism, I was inclined to laugh at them. puzzled to know how the thing was kept secret, for the supply lorries
Jaime Domenech approached me, greatly puzzled, and asked me to explain. Some dark marking to text block edges. Nevertheless it was ten days or more before we had
missing men. there were more days of digging out the sticky clay with the wretched
I used to sit
Spain has never been
rank-and-file Communists, least of all against the thousands of
were terribly ignorant.
into huge woody lumps. We began searching the position. was not bad, but it was so dry that even when you had succeeded in
ordinary class-division of society had disappeared to an extent that is
forty members of the Executive Committee were in prison. It meant
din of a battle. I used to wash one day and shave the next; there was never
at first nobody would give us a rifle.
I don't know how he knew. But the cooks produced dinner on time--a memorable feat. The way in which the working class in the democratic countries could
We had got to
little windows in the observatory you could see for miles around--vista
permission to leave the line for a few hours appeared at my bedside. the first volleys fired early in the afternoon. Select Bibliography I
ones--always the same rich, greasy cookery, with everything sodden in
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took it over. up the Ramblas. the first tea with fresh milk in it that we had had for many months. of furniture--just the bare stone floor, one bench, and a few ragged
'Trotskyist' was in danger. being bumped off, presumably by someone in the U.G.T. flashes all round I could see that we had a hundred or two hundred men
armistice, but fighting soon broke out again, probably because of
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