“Cela continues to anticipate and outlast his peers. Few contemporary writers can match his range, verbal richness, and purity of means. Few have given better evidence of dwelling in awfulness while caressing beauty. No other artist-except Picasso-has tapped such energies at the age when most gentlemen tend their gardens. Camilo JosÉ Cela approaches dusk with a steadfast gaze that only a few writers of genius can turn upon the face of chaos.” -Eduardo GonzÁlez, The Nobel Prize Annual 1989

“Cela continues to anticipate and outlast his peers. Few contemporary writers can match his range, verbal richness, and purity of means. Few have given better evidence of dwelling in awfulness while caressing beauty. No other artist-except Picasso-has tapped such energies at the age when most gentlemen tend their gardens. Camilo JosÉ Cela approaches dusk with a steadfast gaze that only a few writers of genius can turn upon the face of chaos.” -Eduardo GonzÁlez, The Nobel Prize Annual 1989

“Cela continues to anticipate and outlast his peers. Few contemporary writers can match his range, verbal richness, and purity of means. Few have given better evidence of dwelling in awfulness while caressing beauty. No other artist-except Picasso-has tapped such energies at the age when most gentlemen tend their gardens. Camilo JosÉ Cela approaches dusk with a steadfast gaze that only a few writers of genius can turn upon the face of chaos.” -Eduardo GonzÁlez, The Nobel Prize Annual 1989