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It has been a year since one of the fathers of Spanish revisionism, Joaquim Bochaca Oriol, left us. It has been a year in which we have missed not only his sagacity and understanding, but also his irony and sense of humor. Although his renowned career as a writer, translator, and revisionist historian is unparalleled, what I will remember most about Joaquim is his infinite sarcasm in both the trivial and the transcendental. Faced with the decadent world that surrounds us, one can only be bitter or cynical, as he used to point out. That is where he gloated, dismantling all armor of whatever kind, and rendering the other powerless.

He carried his struggle to the end of his days. Determined in his ideals, he never stopped writing and translating everything that seemed worthy of being passed on to future generations. I can say that he left nothing unfinished. As he reflected, inferred, and drew conclusions, he made rivers of ink flow until he closed the last chapter of any of his books — or more accurately, treatises. The diversity of the subjects he deals with in his works is astonishing: ecology, economics, politics, history, art, culture, sports, and so on. He was a contributor to numerous national and foreign magazines, including L’Europe Réélle (Belgium), The Barnes Review (United States), Identità (Italy), CODE (Germany), Más allá (Madrid), El Martillo (Barcelona), Juan Pérez (Barcelona), Escritos Políticos (Barcelona), Revista Cedade (Barcelona), and others.

He has translated wide-ranging titles into Spanish and Catalan, among which we can find Houston Stewart Chamberlain’s Political Ideals, Alfred Rosenberg’s Political Essays, Robert Brasillach’s Poemes de Fresnes, Francis Parker Yockey’s Imperium, and Ezra Pound’s Aquí la voz de Europa. Bochaca also wrote over 230 articles and published over 20 books, including La manipulación de la mente, El enigma capitalista, La finanza y el poder, La historia de los vencidos (el suicidio de Occidente), and El Mito de los seis millones, among others.

Feel free to type his name into your browser to grasp an idea of the vast literature he produced, as well as his inexhaustible knowledge.

Requiescat in pace.