Poet, prisoner, and playwright, sailor, soldier, and novelist, Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra lived a life of extraordinary exploits and achievements, his colorful deeds and character rivaling the exuberance of his stories.
A Drifter
Cervantes was born in 1547 in Alcalá de Henares, Spain, near Madrid, to a family of minor gentry with declining fortunes. The family moved from town to town, his father looking for work, dodging creditors, and struggling to stave off destitution.
Rodrigo de Cervantes, the novelist’s father, was a barber-surgeon. He set bones, let blood, dressed wounds, and addressed lesser medical needs that didn’t require university training. He spent time in debtor’s prison from 1552 to 1553. Cervantes’s mother, Leonor de Cortinas, came from a line of landowners in Old Castile.
Scholars believe that Cervantes studied at a Jesuit school where his literary interests bloomed. Like Shakespeare, he never attended university. Cervantes picked up a love for the picaresque style of novel—a genre centering around a roguish but lovable hero who travels about, living by his wits. Later in life, it influenced his masterpiece, “Don Quixote.”
An Eventful Epoch
At this time, the Ottoman Empire under Selim II was expanding aggressively toward Christian Europe, taking Cyprus the same year Cervantes came to Naples. After unsuccessful attempts to forestall the Muslim conquest, the Venetians appealed to Pope Pius V, who had long sought to draw Europe’s Christian princes out of their own preoccupations and into an alliance for Christendom’s defense.
Few nations responded to the call, but among them were Spain, Venice, and a little allied fleet of papal forces and small Italian states. These gathered at Messina in Sicily, under Don Juan of Austria, and Cervantes was among the soldiers on board. From there, they sailed out to meet the Ottoman fleet that threatened Europe.
Cervantes on his galley sets the sword back in the sheath (Don John of Austria rides homeward with a wreath.) And he sees across a weary land a straggling road in Spain, Up which a lean and foolish knight forever rides in vain, And he smiles, but not as Sultans smile, and settles back the blade ... (But Don John of Austria rides home from the Crusade.)
It’s unlikely that the image of a knight trying haphazardly to maintain chivalry in a changing world sprung to Cervantes’ mind in that instant, though it makes for a great scene. We do know that Cervantes looked back on that day and his role in the battle with pride. He said, as Carroll quotes him, that it was “the greatest day’s work in centuries.”Many Ups and Downs
Cervantes’s fortunes should have been on the upswing. With a distinguished military record and nobles’ approval, his future looked bright, and he hoped to enter the king’s service. But all his plans were brought to ruin when Barbary pirates attacked his ship, and he and his brother Rodrigo were sold into slavery. They were taken to Algiers, the central hub of the Muslim slave traffic of Christians. Here, the letters of recommendation backfired because the Muslims understood him to be of high rank and raised his ransom.
Once again, contemporary accounts portray Cervantes as a courageous leader amongst the captives. He made four unsuccessful attempts to escape. Cervantes later drew from these experiences in writing “The Captive’s Tale” in “Don Quixote” and the plays “The Traffic of Algiers” and “The Bagnios of Algiers.”
The unlucky writer was ransomed at last in 1580, and he set foot again on Spanish soil. He found himself jilted of the expected advantage of his military record, however, because the excitement surrounding Lepanto had dissipated during his years of captivity. The statement, “I fought at Lepanto” no longer carried the weight it once had.
Cervantes spent the next several years scraping by with what he earned from dull, administrative work. Maybe it was his ill-fortune and the drudgery of his work—such a contrast to the adventures of prior years—that led him to have an affair with Ana Franca de Rojas, which resulted in the birth of a daughter, Isabel. After this, Cervantes married Catalina de Salazar y Palacios.
Serving in various posts such as tax collector, commissary of provisions, and messenger, Cervantes labored at his literary craft on the side, releasing his first book of fiction in 1585, a pastoral romance called “Galatea,” for which he received a decent payment from the publisher Blas de Robles. He followed up the book with several plays, but none brought sufficient success to make writing his sole means of support.
We don’t know much about what came next in Cervantes’s life, but he must have been at work on his magnum opus, the first part of which was published in 1605. The aging war veteran’s literary genius was recognized at last: Part I of “Don Quixote” instantly catapulted to best-seller status. As the Academy of American Poets relates, the novel became well-known in every major Western European nation quite quickly. But the trials were not yet over for Cervantes.
Then, Cervantes got himself arrested yet again, this time for the fact that a stabbing occurred outside his house in Valladolid. The hapless author continued to suffer from litigation and money shortages. However, his final years were among the most productive of his writing career, and they included the publication of his long, allegorical poem “Journey to Parnassus.”
A Glimpse at the Maker of a Masterpiece
“This man you see here, with aquiline face, chestnut hair, smooth, unwrinkled brow, joyful eyes and curved though well-proportioned nose; silvery beard which not twenty years ago was golden, large moustache, small mouth, teeth neither small nor large, since he has only six, and those are in poor condition ... of middling height, neither tall nor short, fresh-faced, rather fair than dark ... this I say is the likeness of the author of ‘La Galatea’ and ‘Don Quixote de la Mancha.'... He was many years a soldier, five and a half a prisoner, when he learned patience in adversity. He lost this left hand in the naval battle of Lepanto, from a blunderbuss wound, which, although it looks ugly, he considers beautiful, since he collected in the greatest and most memorable event that past centuries have ever seen.”