He was the son of Mario Benedetti and Matilde Farrugia. He lived in Paso de los Toros with his family for the first two years of his life. The family then moved to Tacuarembó for business, and later moved to Montevideo. He alternated his primary study between the German School of Montevideo and the Miranda Lyceum. For economic problems leaves unfinished his secondary study to continue in a free way. From the age of fourteen he worked in a car parts company.
Mario Benedetti He founded the weekly “Marcha “
His long career began in 1945. Founding the weekly > Marcha < and collaborating throughout those years in many publications. Since 1971 he was actively integrated into the left-wing coalition of his country > Broad Front <. After the coup d’etat of 1973 he left his position in the university and that political commitment in his homeland led him into exile. First to Buenos Aires and then to Spain for ten years. In 1983 he returns to Uruguay and meets his wife. Who was forced to stay all those years caring for mothers of both.
He has been awarded many times and in several countries. These include the Reina Sofía prize for Poetry in 1999 and in 2005. The Menéndez Pelayo International prize. In the year 1997 was named Doctor honoris causa by the University of Alicante.
Mario Benedetti He was essentially a poet, novelist, playwright, storyteller and critic. And, together with Juan Carlos Onetti, the most transcendental figure in Uruguayan literature in the second half of the twentieth century.
In his last ten years. Due to asthma and medical advice. The writer alternated his residency in Spain and Uruguay, trying to avoid the cold, but as his health deteriorated, he remained in Montevideo.
In the early hours of May 17, 2009, Benedetti died at his home in Montevideo, at the age of 88 years.
Some of his successful works were
Death and other surprises
In the city, men and women love and hate each other, they die, they survive. They deteriorate and reborn, smile, cry. They are lost and return through roads often traveled, or discover new illuminated trails. By a Radiant sun Montevideo. Loneliness, communication difficulties, the consciousness of death. The joy of life or the passage of time are some of the topics included in these nineteen stories. That portray amazing atmospheres of everyday life. Few writers are able to confront the reader with life and death in such a delicate way. So human and at the same time brutal. Mario Benedetti, one of the great geniuses of contemporary Latin American literature. It dives us into the immense ocean of existence. Showing through his gaze the innermost of a cruel, but always hopeful reality.
With and without nostalgia Mario Benedetti
With and without nostalgia brings together several stories. United by an already familiar theme for the regular readers to the work of this great Uruguayan author. Loneliness, communication, love, heartbreak and time unite with concern for exile, torture, solidarity and frustration. With a clear ethical attitude, but without leaving aside humor and irony. Benedetti takes to the scene some characters that transcend its geographical origin to become. Thanks to a skilful literary alchemy, in universal elements of a world in conflict.
The future of my past
In the pages of this book inhabit Restless ghosts. Revolvers are shot and dreams dream. The ink of his letters hides the fantasy, the desire and the pain of characters. That oscillate between light and shadow, like a trembling candle. In his words he paladea, bittersweet, the sad irony of existence. The argument of the future of my past is nothing other than life. The one of the boy who is discovered a man, that of the old person who dreams of returning to dance that of the lover who returns to settle old desires. An exquisite compendium of stories and poems, written with mastery for readers of all ages.
In the story “that Mouth” Benedetti shows the gross childhood with all the sharpness of their hopes and their pain. Instead of exposing a nostalgic view of youth. As many authors do, he writes about the breakdown of innocence. The subtle way in which Benedetti builds and dismounts the expectations of the son. It serves as a metaphor for that key moment when we can no longer become children.
For the universality of the subject. This story is about each one of us and not just the protagonist child. So much so that it seems to be written in first person. We become our version as a child and we see the story with the eyes of childhood. Time seems to pass slower. This means that the waiting of the child takes more intensity, while the focus of the world of the children stands out even more by the image of the circus that comes indirectly from the imitations of the children. And not firsthand. Benedetti repeats the phrase ‘ He waited for the clowns ‘ until we understand that the child’s impatience becomes a real physical pain. That conveys all the fervor of his experience.
The climax comes with great anticipation. But Benedetti distance us from the action. The author refers to ‘ almost all spectators ‘. And that is why we are excluded from history, because of the lack of reference to the child. Instead it allows us to take a brief look at the son from the clown’s point of view. And look at the child from the perspective of a stranger. It highlights our estrangement from the situation.