GerÂman warÂplanes cross the sky. ExploÂsions flash. Shell-shocked vilÂlagers stagÂger out of their damÂaged homes and begin to grieve. “Before,” says Ernest HemÂingÂway in his flat MidÂwestÂern accent, “death came when you were old or sick. But now it comes to all this vilÂlage. High in the sky and shinÂing silÂver, it comes to all who have no place to run, no place to hide.”
The scene is from the 1937 film The SpanÂish Earth, an imporÂtant visuÂal docÂuÂment of the SpanÂish CivÂil War and a rare record of the famous writer’s voice. HemÂingÂway went to Spain in the spring of 1937 to report on the war for the North AmerÂiÂcan NewsÂpaÂper Alliance (NANA), but spent a good deal of time workÂing on the film. Before leavÂing AmerÂiÂca, he and a group of artists that includÂed Archibald MacLeish, John Dos PasÂsos and LilÂlian HellÂman bandÂed togethÂer to form ConÂtemÂpoÂrary HisÂtoÂriÂans, Inc., to proÂduce a film to raise awareÂness and monÂey for the SpanÂish RepubÂliÂcan cause. The group came up with $18,000 in proÂducÂtion money–$5,000 of it from Hemingway–and hired the Dutch docÂuÂmenÂtary filmÂmakÂer Joris Ivens, a pasÂsionÂate leftÂist, to make the movie.
MacLeish and Ivens draftÂed a short outÂline for the stoÂry, with a theme of agrarÂiÂan reform. It was MacLeish who came up with the title. The film, as they enviÂsioned it, would tell the stoÂry of Spain’s revÂoÂluÂtionÂary strugÂgle through the expeÂriÂence of a sinÂgle vilÂlage. To do that, Ivens planned to stage a numÂber of scenes. When he and camÂeraÂman John FernÂhout (known as “FerÂno”) arrived in Spain they decidÂed to focus on the tiny hamÂlet of FuentÂeÂdueña de Tajo, southÂeast of Madrid, but they soon realÂized it would be imposÂsiÂble to set up elabÂoÂrate hisÂtorÂiÂcal re-enactÂments in a counÂtry at war. They kept the theme of agrarÂiÂan strugÂgle as a counÂterÂpoint to the war. When Dos PasÂsos arrived in FuentÂeÂdueña, he encourÂaged that approach. “Our Dutch direcÂtor,” wrote Dos PasÂsos, “did agree with me that, instead of makÂing the film pureÂly a blood and guts picÂture we ought to find someÂthing being built for the future amid all the misÂery and masÂsacre.”
That changed when HemÂingÂway arrived. The friendÂship between the two writÂers was disÂinÂteÂgratÂing at the time, so they didÂn’t work togethÂer on the project. It was agreed upon in advance that HemÂingÂway would write the comÂmenÂtary for the film, but while in Spain he also helped Ivens and FernÂhout navÂiÂgate the danÂgers of the war zone. “HemÂingÂway was a great help to the film crew,” writes Hans Schoots in LivÂing DanÂgerÂousÂly: A BiogÂraÂphy of Joris Ivens. “With a flask of whisky and raw onions in his pockÂets, he lugged equipÂment and arranged transÂport. Ivens genÂerÂalÂly wore batÂtle dress and a black beret. HemÂingÂway went as far as a beret but othÂerÂwise stuck to civvies. Although he rarely wore glassÂes, he almost nevÂer took them off in Spain, clear eviÂdence of the seriÂousÂness of their task.” In “Night Before BatÂtle,” a short stoÂry based parÂtialÂly on his expeÂriÂence makÂing the movie, HemÂingÂway describes what it’s like filmÂing in a place where the glint from your camÂera lens draws fire from eneÂmy snipers:
At this time we were workÂing in a shell-smashed house that overÂlooked the Casa del CamÂpo in Madrid. Below us a batÂtle was being fought. You could see it spread out below you and over the hills, could smell it, could taste the dust of it, and the noise of it was one great slithÂerÂing sheet of rifle and autoÂmatÂic rifle fire risÂing and dropÂping, and in it came the crack of the guns and the bubÂbly rumÂbling of the outÂgoÂing shells fired from the batÂterÂies behind us, the thud of their bursts, and then the rolling yelÂlow clouds of dust. But it was just too far to film well. We had tried workÂing closÂer but they kept snipÂing at the camÂera and you could not work.
The big camÂera was the most expenÂsive thing we had and if it was smashed we were through. We were makÂing the film on almost nothÂing and all the monÂey was in the cans of film and the camÂeras. We could not afford to waste film and you had to be awfulÂly careÂful of the camÂeras.
The day before we had been sniped out of a good place to film from and I had to crawl back holdÂing the small camÂera to my belÂly, tryÂing to keep my head lowÂer than my shoulÂders, hitchÂing along on my elbows, the bulÂlets whockÂing into the brick wall over my back and twice spurtÂing dirt over me.
The WestÂern front at Casa de CamÂpo on the outÂskirts of Madrid was just a few minÂutes’ walk from the FloriÂda Hotel, where the filmÂmakÂers were stayÂing. Any doubt about whether the pasÂsage from “Night Before BatÂtle” is autoÂbiÂoÂgraphÂiÂcal are disÂpelled in the folÂlowÂing excerpt from one of HemÂingÂway’s NANA disÂpatchÂes, quotÂed by Schoots:
Just as we were conÂgratÂuÂlatÂing ourÂselves on havÂing such a splenÂdid obserÂvaÂtion post and the non-exisÂtent danÂger, a bulÂlet smacked against a corÂner of brick wall beside IvenÂs’s head. ThinkÂing it was a stray, we moved over a litÂtle and, as I watched the action with glassÂes, shadÂing them careÂfulÂly, anothÂer came by my head. We changed our posiÂtion to a spot where it was not so good observÂing and were shot at twice more. Joris thought FerÂno had left his camÂera at our first post, and as I went back for it a bulÂlet whacked into the wall above. I crawled back on my hands and knees, and anothÂer bulÂlet came by as I crossed the exposed corÂner. We decidÂed to set up the big teleÂphoÂto camÂera. FerÂno had gone back to find a healthÂiÂer sitÂuÂaÂtion and chose the third floor of a ruined house where, in the shade of a balÂcony and with the camÂera camÂouÂflaged with old clothes we found in the house, we worked all afterÂnoon and watched the batÂtle.
In May, Ivens returned to New York to overÂsee the work of ediÂtor Helen van DonÂgen. HemÂingÂway soon folÂlowed. When Ivens asked HemÂingÂway to clarÂiÂfy the theme of the picÂture, accordÂing to KenÂneth Lynn in his biogÂraÂphy HemÂingÂway, the writer supÂplied three senÂtences: “We gained the right to culÂtiÂvate our land by demoÂcÂraÂtÂic elecÂtions. Now the milÂiÂtary cliques and absenÂtee landÂlords attack to take our land from us again. But we fight for the right to irriÂgate and culÂtiÂvate this SpanÂish Earth which the nobles kept idle for their own amuseÂment.” (more…)