(I once met a Tangier man who claimed to own a Barbary ape called Lisa, but let’s not go there, or here either.)
Copywriters have moved on since Darwin was alleged to have said, “It’s the best, science says so and I’m not lying”:
I use the sweet version of Anis del Mono in pastry cooking. Drinking it is too dangerous. I don’t use monkey anuses for anything, but Google misspellings are a useful source of traffic.
A rival product called Anis del Tigre pictured a tiger symbolically tearing apart a monkey. Gorilla Anis also made little impact. You can see a reproduction of Mono y mona, being a (respectable) lady leading a monkey by the hand, Ramon Casas’ famous winning poster for the 1897 competition, in the window of Roger de Llúria 85, Barcelona.
- Death of a monkey mascot
Anecdotes from the frozen wastes of Spain and Britain, with a brief burst of the usual twaddle.
- Monkey hangers in 17th century Barcelona
Xenophobic atavism in the 1640 Reapers Revolt.
- Organ grinders and monkey and marmot migration
Any proto-ecologists don’t seem to have cared very much.
- Daniel Heinsius’ solitary phoenix and the final words of the beastly bookseller of Barcelona
In 1927 the Catalan literary researcher and writer, Ramon Miquel i Planas (1874-1950; henceforth MiP) wrote a little book, published in a bibliophile edition, called La llegenda del llibreter assassí. In it he reflects on the origins and recycling of “Le bibliomane ou le nouveau Cardillac”, an anonymous tale published as if true in 1836 …