Mercè Rodoreda
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Mercè Rodoreda i Gurguí (Catalan pronunciation: [məɾˈsɛ ruðuˈɾɛðə]; 10 October 1908 – 13 April 1983) was a Catalan novelist, who wrote in Catalan.
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Born | (1908-10-10)10 October 1908 Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain |
Died | 13 April 1983(1983-04-13) (aged 74) Girona, Catalonia, Spain |
Resting place | Romanyà de la Selva |
Occupation | Novelist, Dramatist, Poet |
Language | Catalan |
Notable works | The Time of the Doves, Mirall trencat, Aloma |
Notable awards | Premi d'Honor de les Lletres Catalanes (1980) Premi Joan Crexells de narrativa (1937) Mestre en Gai Saber (1949) |
Partner | Armand Obiols |
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She is considered the most influential contemporary Catalan language writer,[1] as evidenced by the references of other authors in her work and the international repercussion, with translations into more than thirty languages.[2][3]
She also has been called the most important Catalan female novelist of the postwar period.[4] Her novel La plaça del diamant ('The diamond square', translated as The Time of the Doves, 1962) has become the most popular Catalan novel to date and has been translated into over 30 languages. Some critics consider it to be one of the best novels published in Spain after the Spanish Civil War.[5]
After her death, one more of her artistic aspects was discovered, painting, which had remained in the background due to the importance that Rodoreda gave to writing:
I write because I like to write. If it didn't seem like an exaggeration, I would say that I write to please myself. If others like what I write, the better. Perhaps it is deeper. Perhaps I write to affirm myself. To feel that I am ... And it's over. I have spoken of myself and essential things in my life, with a certain lack of measure. And excess has always scared me.[6]
— Mercè Rodoreda, prologue of Mirall Trencat