DOLORES MEDIO-TUYA ESTRADA and (2)

 

I review the personal notes about Dolores Medio, whom I met in the years of the Movida, the Gulf Years according to her novel, at the Café Gijón, as well as the biography about her by Carmen Ruiz Estrada published by the Asturias Savings Bank. 90.

A whole paradigm of memorialist writing.

  No one has come as far as Ruiz Estrada in learning about the work and personality of the Oviedo writer, a pioneer of feminism with a human face.

The Media has nothing to do with these firecrackers of our politics or the Media always on the side of a state payroll and I don't want to mention names but forgive me Ángeles Caso.

I don't agree with her. She half bequeathed her work to us in full and despite the Franco regime, feinting and dribbling at the censorship that was not staunch as it is now. Because today you have to tie your shoulders and look for the polar star of political correctness. Don't go too far, kid.

That she tolerated and allowed those pioneering suffragettes to be published without condemning them to hell, asking for a position in society for women that had nothing to do with the fateful three Ks of the Germans (Kinder, Kirche, Kuche).

  "Nosotros los Rivero" did not appear capped by censorship as Ángeles points out, but whole, alive and kicking.

It is the portrait of a matriarchal society.

  She describes these "government women" who ran the house, grieving the hardships and difficulties of business collapse, childbirth (Dolores's grandmother gave birth to no less than 23 children, of whom a quarter of those who emigrated to the United States survived). Cuba or perished in the war). Dolores portrays that society, that Oviedo of visits and gatherings next to the stretcher table when the ladies were not allowed to stop by chigres or cafeterias.

They were only allowed to go to mass and processions, visits to the Blessed Sacrament and novenas.

The protagonist is dedicated to going around the city talking to the statues to alleviate her loneliness.

Another detail that excites me and that Carmen Ruiz Arias has discovered is the possible relationship of the author's family with that of my Asturian wife. Her father's last name was Rivero-Tuya.

According to my research, the Tuyas are a family of hidalgos from Oviedo. They ran a bakery in El Cristo that they called Las Fornarinas. They also had a retreading workshop, the trade of María José's grandfather.

Yours few remain.

Two months ago we landed Carlitos, a handsome young man who died of bone cancer before he was fifty. And three years ago, Ana Tuya, the daughter of our beloved uncle Pepe, q.i.p.d. from Gijón, died in the Alsa accident at the exit from Avilés.

  I would like to dedicate this article to them. Eternal memory to your husband, Carlos Yours, Carmen Carranza.

We already said that Dolores Medio wrote the best Nadal.

  It was quite an event in Spain in the 50s when a poor teacher of republican origin stood up for the most coveted laurel at that time.

She sold close to half a million copies, surpassing Delibes and Carmen Laforet.

She, however, did not get the award to her head.

She continued to write and struggle in the hard work of this trade. She obtained the title of journalist and was a pioneer with Fernández Asis, Emilio Romero and other heroes of Republican intelligence. Dolores Medio was one of the journalistic cards of the Old Guard.

She had a column in the newspaper "Madrid".

  With the 52,000 pesetas from Nadal, she bought an apartment near Cuatro Caminos and left the room with the right to a kitchen in Bretón de los Herreros.

She publishes Diary of a Teacher, Public Official, The Last Xana and a whole series of wonderful books, others by commitment such as that of Selma Lagerlof, the Swedish teacher crowned with the Nobel Prize.

  Another detail of her biography that should not be ignored is her friendship during her stay in the Literature classrooms of the University of Oviedo with Clarín's son shot by order of General Ochoa. Something scary. A revenge.

  The Asturian clergy should ask for forgiveness. They never forgave his father for putting the priests in a saloon in his Fermín de Pas, the deuteragonist of the Regenta.

With everything and that, she survived the purges and the wiggles and transfers of the Spain that she had to live when you had to make her very fat to get fired from work; and she reflects it in the Public Official of her that school in Pravia.

  She came to Madrid but left a substitute there. She was a friend of the poet Ángel González and also of Evaristo Casariego, a very right-wing Carlist, a great writer from Luarqués.

When I met her, she didn't go to Gijón so much anymore but she agreed to be invited to a coffee, I had a novel on the loom and I sent it to the contest sponsored by the Dolores Medio Foundation.

  She was selected among the finalists, but did not win. I think the award was given to Silverio Cañada.

  When we talked, I showed her my disappointment and told her: "Loli, journalism is mine, I don't consider myself a novelist."

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