Gerald Howson’s The Flamencos of Cadiz Bay is a damn good book that stays well clear of the “Andalusia, soul of Spain” myth-making that poisoned much foreign writing from Washington Irving on. Catalonia was for a long time the home of Spanish bull-fighting and I reckon it also houses more of what I in my ignorance would regard as gypsies than Andalusia; it is in connection with the latter and their music that Howson says something very interesting:
This doesn’t click with me, but my last visit to a peña flamenca was highly instructive (as well as pretty bizarre) so I’ll ask next time round
- Introducing the flamenco police…
It seems that the subnormal baboons who pass for constitutional lawyers in Spain’s regions have smuggled an article into the new
- Roddy Doyle’s niggers of Europe explained
Don’t claim national origins for yourselves without very carefully considering the possible consequences.
- Tolstoy’s finch, linnet mania, and a false etymology of “shibboleth”
The following description of birdsong contests is taken from Josep Pla’s brilliant anecdotography of Rafael Puget, Un señor de Barcelona, and
- Back in circulation
Nuns and crocs on the road to Cádiz.
- Finches for sale
I’m beginning to suspect that some people come out walking principally for the bizarre drinking opportunities encountered on the way. This