Literary Review

Last summer we heard that one of the greatest cinema directors of this century, the Spaniard Luis Buñuel, had died at the age of eighty-three. Fortunately for us he had written his autobiography in French a few years earlier, and here we have it in its Anglo-American translation.

My Last Breath is an informal, discursive, almost conversational account of a career that began with a bang and pursued its undeviating course until the end of Buñuel’s life. A man of images rather than letters, Buñuel accepted the help of his script-writer, Carrière, but adds that ‘the portrait I have drawn is wholly mine’; and by the end of the book the reader may well find it hard to be sure whether the man he or she has come to know is not even more remarkable than his startlingly original output.

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