Uncertain Glory

Praise

“A masterwork that will seduce anew with its passion, humour, pathos and the all too-human spats of anger.”—Eileen Battersby, The Irish Times


“In light of Catalonia’s current push for independence from Spain, the Catalan novelist Sales’s
Uncertain Glory — originally published in 1956 — could not be timelier. Longings for separate nationhood have roiled the area for generations, and in this new translation Bush offers a fresh look at the region through the context of the Spanish Civil War, a conflict English readers may best know in literature through writers like Ernest Hemingway and Muriel Rukeyser…. a symphonic novel — full of philosophical, religious and literary meditations.” —Lisa Russ Spaar, The New York Times Book Review
“Apparitions, lurid dreams, and disinterred mummies litter the novel, lending it a hallucinatory quality that pairs perfectly with the darkly comic depictions of wartime absurdity.” —Publishers Weekly, starred review
 
“In this bravura novel of the Spanish Civil War 1936–39, Catalan author Joan Sales evokes its messy, devastating lived reality, but even more memorably the intense feeling of being alive which war paradoxically produces…at the novel’s core is a group of young ‘voices’, brilliantly rendered, as they rage to live.”—History Today

“Catalan writer Sales tells a multilayered story of loves, faith, friendships, and ideals tested by the Spanish Civil War in this novel banned by Franco’s censors, then published in 1956 after the author’s return from exile….Philosophical and earthy, tragic and funny, honest, raw, superb: Sales makes Hemingway seem thin, even anemic, in comparison. This book is a rich and highly recommended feast.” —Kirkus, starred review

“Magnificent…Peter Bush and MacLehose Press have done a great service in reviving this Catalan classic.”—Maya Jaggi, The Guardian
 
“Wonderfully readable…Uncertain Glory is a major novel that expresses the disillusion of a generation who fought a just war against fascism, but lost their idealism and youth.”—Michael Eaude, Literary Review