A new translation of Joan Maragall’s poem about the anarchist bombing of the Barcelona Opera in 1893, and a limerick by the monkey.
Other doctor-novelists; why musicians can’t write.
And don’t give me any of that “rereading” shite, you illiterate swine.
Pío Baroja got pretty damn close to the Catalunacy of José Luis Espejo in La dama errante.
The musical, by Richard Strauss.
Plus a zarzuela/politics RFI.