In March 1939, a hungry and haunted Spanish refugee arrived in England with his wife, a typewriter and a head still roiling with the carnage and squalor they had left behind.
“My life,” Arturo Barea would later recall, “was broken in two. I had no perspectives, no country, no home, no job.”
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