Tristana

“Told in sophisticated yet enveloping prose, Tristana is a treasure that should not be overlooked. Pérez Galdós barely breaks a sweat as he weaves a tale of intelligence and emotional richness comparable to the works of Charles Dickens and Gustave Flaubert. And while the pace of the story is expertly controlled, there is an urgency to each sentence, paragraph, page. At its heart, it’s about how we should hurry up and become who we are. Or else.” —Juan Vidal, NPR

“Tristana is a peach. An utterly delicious novel, even better than the Buñuel film.” —Phillip Lopate

“Galdós was the great novelist of Madrid, chronicling bourgeois, urban manners with a clarity and understanding critics have found comparable to that of Dickens, Balzac and Flaubert.” —Raymund A. Paredes, Los Angeles Times

“Pérez Galdós is one of the treasures of 19th-century Spanish fiction.” —William Ferguson, The New York Times

“Perez Galdos is the supreme Spanish novelist of the 19th century. His scores of novels are rightly compared with the work of Balzac and Dickens who were his masters, and even with Tolsoy’s…. The secret of the gift of Galdos lies, I think, in his timing, his leisurely precision and above all in his ear for dialogue…” —V.S. Pritchett

“[Pérez Galdós’s] prophetic gift for singling out those issues that were bound to transcend and outlast his own milieu was equaled only by his knack for keeping them controversial and alive in his fiction by refusing to take a clear-cut position on them.” —Hispanic Review
 
“Galdós immersed himself in the realities of his day and recorded them accurately.” —Symposium Magazine

“Tristana is a late Shakespearean romance gone delightfully sour: here the supernatural comes to the ironic rescue of restless characters who can’t leave the prison house of the self: dreams of freedom from convention and nature turn out to be self-defeating illusions, escape attempts that Galdós treats with a sort of antic sympathy. This is Ibsen’s Doll’s House played as a gaunt farce, a vision of feminism as icy egotism rather than individual liberation….A crepuscular vision that see-saws between the old and the new.” —Bill Marx, Arts Fuse

“This 166-page gem is frequently modern in its frank, earthy style as it cynically submits love and desire to merciless analysis, picking apart romantic delusions with scientific glee…Uncomfortable moral complexity is Galdós’s specialty, and the novel is a carefully constructed trap that springs shut on the reader in the last 30 pages. The ending of Galdós’s tale is utterly believable, completely original and unforgettable.” —Nick DiMartino, Shelf Awareness