Tigre Jack es una de las historias más impresionantes, más alucinantes que ha producido la literatura española, cualquier literatura, en cualquier tiempo: la historia de un niño salvaje, su escapada a la selva, de su vida en la selva, de su regreso al mundo civilizado, de su tragedia. Todo ello, con con la precisión, la falta de prejuicio vivacidad que hacen que quienquiera que lea este relato se vea en dificultades para olvidar su fuerza, y su espanto, en mucho tiempo. Una obra maestra de la imaginación creador de la que tan poco sobrada andan nuestras letras y que revelan José Martín-Artajo a un escritor de inventiva, garra e ideas difícilménte ígualables. El volume se completa con otras dos narraciones, incluidas en la misma serie de Prosas atroces, que confirman la maestría del autor para explorar y explotar los recovecos del sentimiento profundo del hombre: El pecado del espíritu, una historia «de curas», y La vuelta de Ulises, reelaboración inspirada de un mito clásico de todos los tiempos. Este libro es el primero que su autor, exilado político entre 1967 y 1977 podia publicar en España. En esos años publicó dos novelas en Méjico, y numerosos artículos, manifestos y relatos en diversos lugares de Europa y América. José Ignacio Martín-Artajo Saracho – b 1932, Madrid; d 14 April 2005, Gerona – Anarchist, diplomat, blasphemer, poet and man of letters My first meeting with the dynamic and generous-spirited writer José Martín-Artajo (Pepe) was… in London in the early part of 1968. It was a year after he broke completely with his bourgeois past and walked out of his career as a Francoist diplomat, following the US-led colonels’ coup in Greece in April 1967. He had been first secretary at the Spanish Embassy in Athens. At the same time he separated from his German wife, Christa von Petersdorff, a psychoanalyst and translator of the works of Freud into French. Christa and Pepe met while she was researching her PhD on the comparative myth of ‘Don Juan’ in France, Italy and Spain. After the split she always said, with a smile, that she had ‘known Don Juan personally’. After leaving Greece José Martín-Artajo moved to Coolhurst Road in London’s Crouch End (where I was living at the time) with his then partner, the ethnomusicologist and broadcaster Lucy Durán. Lucy, whom he had met in Athens, was the daughter of Republican civil war general Gustavo Durán Martínez. The son of Alberto Martín-Artajo, right-wing Catholic, pro-monarchist and Franco’s Foreign Minister from 1945 until 1957, José Martín-Artajo came from ‘impeccable’ Francoist, Integrist Catholic stock (an uncle became a Jesuit), and was a rebel from early youth. In the early 1950s he was arrested by the Gestapo-trained Brigada Politico Social for anti-Francoist activities, but instead of going to jail his father had him ‘sectioned’ on grounds of mental illness, a common ploy among the well-placed Francoist elite with dissident children, a device they shared with their opposite numbers in the Soviet Union and elsewhere, including the US according to Kurt Vonnegut’s novel ‘God Bless You Mr Rosewater’, in which the young son of a wealthy bourgeois family wishes to become a firefighter – “Where’s the profit in THAT?” In his London years (1967-76), José Martín-Artajo (Pepe) became closely involved with the work of the Anarchist Black Cross, the Centro Ibérico, and latterly, in Paris, through Octavio Alberola, with Pepe Martínez of the libertarian Spanish-language publishing house Ruedo Ibérico. In 1976, having put him in touch with my old comrade and cell-mate, the recently released Luis Andrés Edo, secretary general of the CNT and editor of Solidaridad Obrera, José Martín-Artajo returned to Spain after 9 years of exile where he threw himself into the task of helping rebuild the CNT and the Spanish Libertarian Movement. According to Federica Montseny, Martín-Artajo ‘fell into the wrong hands’ in London, Paris and Barcelona (she was referring to among others Miguel García.