MIGUEL MÁRMOL Los Sucesos de 1932 en El Salvador, by Roque Dalton. The Events of 1932 of in El Salvador, by Roque Dalton.
(Book text in Spanish) There is even a story about Roque Dalton's father being a member of the famous Dalton gang of train robbers in the Dalton Gang of train robbers in the American southwest about the same time. But I need to check that history before I Include it here as fact.Cover is copied from 1987 English edition by Curbstone Press, 1987. Derechos © 2007 Roque Dalton. Derechos © 2007 Ocean Press y Ocean Sur.
There is some question about the lineage of Roque Dalton. The stories that are attached to his name are many, and at least some are true. The story takes place in
El Salvador, mostly in 1932.
Roque Dalton was a young poet, a leftist, who lived in a rightist country. Miguel Marmol was a cobbler. There is even a story about Roque Dalton's father being a member of the famous Dalton gang of train robbers in the American southwest about the same time. But I need to check that history before I Include it here as fact.
Roque Dalton Who had lived and repaired shoes in the same country a generation earlier. Because of his union activities, he was sent before a government firing squad along with many of his fellows. They were all shot, and tumbled into the ditch. But Miguel Mármol, buried at the bottom of the pile of his friends, lived. With a couple of bullet wounds, he waited for dark, crawled out from under his dead and dying compatriots, and lived to tell the story.
He told the story to the Salvadoran revolutionary poet Roque Dalton.
The more complete story is in Roque Dalton’s
book on these pages. It’s just over 400 pages.
t covers Mármolś life from childhood, growing up and going to school in rural El Salvador in very troubled times, to learning the shoe repair trade, to youthful political involvement; to his early and lifelong affiliation with the Communist Party. He became an international person, though mostly, at first within the confines of the tiny country where he was born.
When I was in Colorado College, we were not far from the southern border of the US. Mexico was a weekend trip for us, by car.
