Mujer en guerra

The book is a biographical narrative. Interesting to read. Everything goes back to when Maruja Torres wrote a letter to the office: La Prensa by Carmen Kurtz. From that point on, the doors to journalism opened for the writer: a working world that brought Torres new encounters. An environment that allowed her to write about countries and wars, to talk about conflicts and losses.

As the author herself mentioned, it was an activity that changed like the love of her own life! Where this hypothetical friend-job was also her judge and master of life.

The reader's written version is illuminating. It moves through so many anecdotes. It maintains the reflections the author made on each journey: of this, what stands out most is the uninterrupted stream of reported facts. Essentially due to the awareness of a job that was inexhaustible for her.
The volume is pregnant with Maruja Torres: in the text there is a continuity of events; episodes that belong to the person's private and professional life; adventures and memories of a war correspondent in Lebanon, Israel, and Panama. The first interviews with show business figures like Sara Montiel and Lola Flores, scandals like Luis Miguel Dominguín's relationship with his nephew and Mariví. And curious anecdotes with Charles and Diana of England.

Mujer en guerra (Woman at War) is a book about two generations of people but drawn from the experiences of only one woman. Starting from her debut during the censorship of Francisco Franco, the writer reaches maturity. She reported the experience lived in an era in the middle of the free market: as a professional journalist and with informational dignity, the writer bares her private self. The love and devotion for the profession is what largely dictates the narrative.
The book is written with elegance, tenderness, but also ironically. Torres was able to stand out and, without rhetoric, tell the story of two generations of her country: sometimes alone, at other times alongside famous people, or friends like Terenci Moix or Joan Manuel Serrat. Perhaps she was capable of completing the volume with a narrative that can belong to a woman who has been able to enjoy her own destiny. Sometimes a unique destiny.