The constant presence of death and religion, he observes, gave him a strong joie de vivre. He remembers a group of boys running through the streets at dawn singing ''The Song of Sunrise'' to wake the workers. Bunuel writes, the middle ages lasted until World War I. In the town of Calandra where he was born, Mr. It may surprise some readers to discover how intuitive and nonintellectualized many of those films were. Besides, it makes his book move from image to image, like his films. Bunuel, Spain's most famous film maker, complains of losing his memory - but he had so much to remember. He himself writes in a tone of nostalgia, as if he felt that wonderful lives went out with his generation and that those who come after him will have to find new definitions of satisfaction or self- realization. Of course, the life described in ''My Last Sigh,'' Luis Bunuel's autobiography, began 83 years ago and ended with his death last July. Well then, you say to yourself, perhaps wonderful lives are still possible. THERE'S something reassuring in reading the autobiography of a man or woman who had a wonderful life.
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