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The House of the Spirits is a novel by Isabel Allende that was first published in 1982. Summary Read a Plot Overview of the entire book or a chapter by chapter Summary and Analysis. I am thy father's spirit, Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood.

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The House of the Spirits
“There are few trips more thrilling than those taken in the imagination of a brilliant novelist. That experience is available in The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende. . . . Although remote from our country and our time, the characters, their joys and their anguish, could not be more contemporary or immediate.”
—Carol E. Rinzler, Cosmopolitan
“Spectacular . . . An absorbing and distinguished work . . . A novel of peace and reconciliation . . . The House of the Spirits, with its all-informing, generous, and humane sensibility, is a unique achievement, both personal witness and possible allegory of the past, present, and future of Latin America. It is also a moving and compelling first novel, translated with grace and accuracy by Magda Bogin.”
—Alexander Coleman, The New York Times Book Review
“A runaway bestseller in Europe, this accomplished first novel is a richly symbolic family saga by the niece of Chile’s assassinated President Salvador Allende. It is both an engrossing narrative and an impassioned testimony to the people of Chile. . . . Because of its supple integration of the supernatural with the real, the book will be compared with Gabriel García Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. Allende has her own distinctive voice, however; . . . it has a whimsical charm, besides being clearer, more accessible, and more explicit about the contemporary situation in South America. . . . Richly and meticulously detailed.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A strong, absorbing Chilean family chronicle, plushly upholstered—with mystical undercurrents . . . There’s a comfortable, appealing professionalism to Allende’s narration, slowly turning the years through the Truebas’ passions and secrets and fidelities. . . . The characters are clear and sharp . . . A fine array of exotic, historical settings . . . Uncommonly satisfying.”
—Kirkus Reviews
“Allende’s writing is so inventive, funny, and persuasive that in the process of creating a stimulating political novel she has also created a vivid, absorbing work of art. Her characters are fascinatingly detailed and human.”
—Ralph Novak, People
“An alluring, sometimes magical tale . . . In its tumultuous story of rebellion and love among three generations, it is an allegory in which any family should be able to recognize a bit of itself.”
—Claudia Rosett, The Wall Street Journal
“Nothing short of astonishing . . . In The House of the Spirits, Isabel Allende has indeed shown us the relationships between past and present, family and nation, city and country, spiritual and political values. She has done so with enormous imagination, sensitivity, and compassion.”
—Jane Futcher, San Francisco Chronicle
“Magnificent . . . Imaginative and compelling . . . A truly enchanting world where hope is never lost.”
—Charles Larson, Detroit News
“Haunting . . . Rich and complex . . . Gripping.”
—Miriam Berkley, Chicago Sun-Times
“Compelling . . . A splendid and fantastic meditation on a people and a nation.”
—Booklist
“Her novel is possessed by an immense energy, a fecund imagination, and . . . an elegant way with the language.”
—Peter S. Prescott, Newsweek
“She can create diverse characters of depth, nudge the plot with ease, and shift ably from the domestic sphere to the political. She is, above all, another remarkable storyteller from a continent blessed with many such enchanters. . . . Allende has an affection for her characters quite beyond politics, and an estimable ability to bring them to life.”
—Dan Cryer, Newsday
“Moving and powerful . . . Her novel captivates and holds the reader throughout. . . . The House of the Spirits is full of marvelous and unforgettable women who add a special dimension to the book. . . . Magda Bogin’s excellent translation captures the luminous prose of Isabel Allende and makes the reading of this novel an unforgettable experience.”
—Marjorie Agosin, The Christian Science Monitor
“The only cause The House of the Spirits embraces is that of humanity, and it does so with such passion, humor, and wisdom that in the end it transcends politics. . . . The result is a novel of force and charm, spaciousness and vigor.”
—Jonathan Yardley, The Washington Post
“Allende is a talented writer who deftly uses the techniques of magical realism but also shows great sensitivity in the delineation of character.”
—Library Journal
“Isabel Allende’s extraordinary first novel, The House of the Spirits, mixes fiction, journalism, and a sense of magic in an epic that qualifies her as one of Latin America’s most inspired writers. . . . The richness and texture alone of Allende’s book put it with the best of the sweeping family chronicles.”
—Maggie Locke, San Diego Tribune
To my mother, my grandmother, and all the other extraordinary women of this story
How much does a man live, after all?
Does he live a thousand days, or one only?
For a week, or for several centuries?
How long does a man spend dying?
What does it mean to say “for ever”?
Pablo Neruda
— ONE —
ROSA THE BEAUTIFUL
Barrabás came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy. She was already in the habit of writing down important matters, and afterward, when she was mute, she also recorded trivialities, never suspecting that fifty years later I would use her notebooks to reclaim the past and overcome terrors of my own. Barrabás arrived on a Holy Thursday. He was in a despicable cage, caked with his own excrement and urine, and had the lost look of a hapless, utterly defenseless prisoner; but the regal carriage of his head and the size of his frame bespoke the legendary giant he would become. It was a bland, autumnal day that gave no hint of the events that the child would record, which took place during the noon mass in the parish of San Sebastián, with her whole family in attendance. As a sign of mourning, the statues of the saints were shrouded in purple robes that the pious ladies of the congregation unpacked and dusted off once a year from a cupboard in the sacristy. Beneath these funereal sheets the celestial retinue resembled nothing so much as a roomful of furniture awaiting movers, an impression that the candles, the incense, and the soft moans of the organ were powerless to counteract. Terrifying dark bundles loomed where the life-size saints had stood, each with its influenza-pale expression, its elaborate wig woven from the hair of someone long dead, its rubies, pearls, and emeralds of painted glass, and the rich gown of a Florentine aristocrat. The only one whose appearance was enhanced by mourning was the church’s patron saint, Sebastián, for during Holy Week the faithful were spared the sight of that body twisted in the most indecent posture, pierced by arrows, and dripping with blood and tears like a suffering homosexual, whose wounds, kept miraculously fresh by Father Restrepo’s brush, made Clara tremble with disgust.
It was a

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