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Domingos is a feckless man, a man often neglecting his family, and hitting his wife due to too much drinking, a man often leaving everyone behind as he chases work and flees his debts. He calls himself a shoemaker but really he's little different from those around him, who actually do have to move about, chasing what seasonal agricultural work is available. Certainly his children and their children , in turn , will mostly be bound to the land they sprang from - the 'latifundio' – and the spirit of both all of them, and of it, throughout the Portuguese twentieth century, are the subjects of this early [[:Category:Jose Saramago|Jose Saramago]] novel, in English for the first time after a thirty-year wait.

It's a land evoked so powerfully here that it is to all events and purposes the actual narrator, even if he chooses to be one of Domingos' descendants here and there. It's a book that could do with a family tree or list of dramatis personae, but carries its population through a very poetically-described landscape and calendar in a very light manner. It has a few translator's notes to explain some references, but doesn't need much work to enjoy, however diaphanous the timeline gets to be. Even in the 1980s , Saramago had his style of lengthy paragraphs with no dialogue punctuation, and clarity is clearly something he had to think about, even when put alongside his most literary flourishes of style.

So , on the whole , it's a book for all, but perhaps to be liked more by those with a bit more Portuguese connection and knowledge than I. I was reminded of Ismael Kadare, and of how his novels are both fully-fledged stories and yet educational, cultural documents from a left-wing standpoint about the very nature of his country (in Kadare's case, of course, Albania). Both writers may seem to be too deep and profound, and to have won too many awards, to be enjoyable, but this is a very successful survey of seventy years or so in the life of one dynasty, and how their lives changed in that time. For us Brits, our novels of pastoral becoming industrial would like as not be just some girly bodice-ripper. This is so much more, and as I suggest has a very Portuguese stamp on it, and it takes an author of real note, such as Saramago, to form such a seal.

For another read where the countryside is the main character, and which sticks to bandits and forsakes the politics, you might enjoy [[Memory of the Abyss by Marcello Fois]]. We also enjoyed [[Cain by Jose Saramago]].