The Chilean writer Ariel Dorfman, author of the famous play The muertey the maid not entirely rule out that his friend has been killed Neruda. This was explained to be interviewed on the radio program The World Today on the BBC.
There were cases in which Pinochet and company poisoned different people. Produced sarin gas, had a chemical factory. There is much talk these things passing. I'm interested in it but I am a bit perplexed and still am somewhat skeptical. What I think is that there was no way that Neruda survive the cancer, and he could not leave the country.
So why would, why would run that risk? Yes, why would they? But on the other hand, what they did was create a terrible difficulty that the ambulance moved to Santiago. There is a story, which I consider true, false or will be so, but it's a good story. When they entered his house in Isla Negra, near the sea, I saw basically dying and said: "We came to look for something dangerous." (And Neruda said) "The only danger here is poetry."
What would it mean to discover that he was poisoned? How would you react Chile? The thing is, you can no longer further denigrate the regime of General Pinochet, but when you think that could have killed the most prominent poet of Chile, who taught us all to make love with his poems, who created nature in the sense in which we understand because poetry is named the world that they have killed is as unthinkable as it would be the last straw.
Did he fear for his life? Did you know she was in danger, or thought it was a character too well known to kill him? I did not see the end of his life, but he never feared for his life. I never thought it could be poisoned. His wife, Matilde, whom I met several times after his death, he never mentioned a word about that Neruda was poisoned. Imagine: if we could indict Pinochet to do this, surely we had done. I get around in my head that may be possible, there are so many things that are impossible to end up being possible.
Have you ever felt afraid for his own life? Yes, and I tell it in my memoirs. They tell the story of how I was persecuted, and as I was in very poor neighborhoods, where I discovered if I ran on the spot. And so the resistance exiled asked me. And I understand that Neruda did not want to go into exile, and had spent many years as well. You know what it is to have that fear and the feeling that no one can protect you. It is interesting to think that no one could protect Neruda, because he thought his words were protecting. Nobody could touch him, in a sense, because he was the soul of Chile.