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I Wonder Why...?

I will be writing about aspects of Spanish history and their traditions. I am a very curious person and have always needed to know "why" they do it, and "how" it came about. So over the years while living in Spain I have made a conscious effort to discover "el porque de las cosas" and I will be sharing them with you. I hope you find it as fascinating as I do.

San Fermin - Just how traditional is it?
Tuesday, July 7, 2015 @ 11:29 AM

 

 

Miguel Izu is a journalist and writer from Navarre. He is the author of the novel "El asesinato de Caravinagre" (or, The Murder of Caravinagre), a thriller set during the festival of San Fermines. With the inauguration of San Fermines today he recetly published an article on the truth behind the event declaring that we should not believe what they tell us and that most of it isn’t true. He says that the simple fact is that it’s all just marketing ploys, myths and not-so-ancient traditions that have been designed to lure in the tourists and get them to part with their money. Since they lack the sun and sand, they have had to come up with something to attract people to Pamplona...

To begin with, they came up with San Fermín, the saint who the July fiestas are named after. There is no historical certainty that a Saint Fermin ever existed. Until the 12th century, nobody around these parts had ever heard of him, but they clung to the fact that in the French city of Amiens, where Fermin is revered as a bishop and a martyr, the locals claim that he came from Pamplona.

The Catholic Church has his feast down as September 25, which is the date of his martyrdom in the third century AD. But ever since 1591 they have been observing his day on July 7 in order to make the most of the short Pamplona summer, and to make it coincide with the bullfights and fairs that have been taking place around that date here ever since the Middle Ages.

The march of progress is conspiring against bullfighting, “a bloody fiesta for a crude and fanatical people,” in the words of turn-of-the-century writer Pío Baroja, who spent part of his childhood in Pamplona. Yet hardly anyone questions the practice around here, even if it is just out of pure self-interest – not even the radical left-wing abertzale, who have just managed to seat one of their own in the mayor’s office. In fact, Joseba Asirón of EH Bildu will personally preside the bullfight held on Saint Fermin’s Day on Tuesday.

Truth is, they’ve never had many bulls or bullfighters around these parts, but they bring them in from Andalusia, Salamanca and Madrid, and make them put on a show for the visitors while they head off to munch on our afternoon snacks somewhere else.

Also, it’s been over a century since bulls were herded on foot to bullrings for a fight – today they are loaded on to trains or trucks instead. But in Pamplona they insist on building a walled path leading to the arena so the bulls can race there by themselves. Neither is it tradition for people to run in front of them.

"Far from being an initiation rite for young Navarrese men, as many outsiders naïvely presume, the practice in fact attracts many more foreigners than natives to put themselves in horn’s reach. But how else were we going to make the global headlines?

Oh, and be wary of our alleged hospitality. We pamploneses are actually rather stern, in the good and the bad sense of the word: noble-hearted yet sullen mountain folk who have a hard time getting along with strangers. Yet every July 6, when the traditional chupinazo firecracker is set off to mark the beginning of the fiestas, we undergo a remarkable transformation: we suddenly start to ooze friendliness, welcoming people from all over the world with open arms; we also pretend to be sophisticated city types even though we still lift rocks for sport, and seal eternal friendships over a bar counter or around a roasted pig. It’s all hype. On July 15, we go back to being our regular selves."

By the way, don’t even attempt to follow the legendary – and completely phony – route of Ernest Hemingway’s favorite haunts. The writer only went to Pamplona nine times, nobody paid much attention to him while he was alive, and they only adopted him when they realised he was good for business. The spot where the Casa Marceliano bar once stood is now occupied by a municipal agency that is closed during the Sanfermines. The restaurant Las Pocholas was converted into a chocolate shop. The Quintana Hotel shut down and was seized by the authorities in 1936. And guess what: Hemingway never spent the Sanfermines at the hotel where guidebooks claim that his room has been preserved the exact same way it was – yeah, the way it was when he did NOT stay there.

The list goes on. The bar counter inside Café Iruña, where a life-size statue of the Nobel literature laureate rests its bronze elbows, didn’t even exist back in Hemingway’s day. And don’t fall for the Ava Gardner spiel: she never came to Pamplona. The movie The Sun Also Rises was shot in Mexico because it was cheaper, not because the Franco regime had banned it. "We created all these glamorous legends – with great commercial success – to get the foreigners to come to Pamplona" says Miguel.  

But sometimes it is the tourists themselves who make up the stories. In his novel The Drifters, James A. Michener places his characters at the beginning of the 1969 Sanfermines, where “in recent years Holt and I had developed an affectionate ritual” consisting of tying a red scarf around the neck of a bronze statue of Hemingway. Turns out this monument was only inaugurated in 1968.

Also, please don’t wear white clothes and tie a red scarf around your neck thinking that this is their traditional outfit passed down by their forefathers. They’ve only been wearing this costume for the last 40 years or so, ever since the advent of mass tourism. The white outfits are bought at superstores, where the labels say they are made in China or Bangladesh. And except for the dancers (dantzaris) and flute players (txistularis), nobody actually wears a beret. Peter Viertel, the screenwriter of The Sun Also Rises and someone who was personally familiar with the Sanfermines, recommended to director Henry King that the characters in the movie shouldn’t wear them, either, but his advice fell on deaf ears.

Miguel goes on to say "Last but not least, do not come here attracted by the legend that the Sanfermines are a let-your-hair-down, no-holds-barred, mother-of-all-orgies type of event held in a lawless city where anything goes. The chaos is actually very well organized. In fact, one Navarrese university has just delivered the first ever course in Sanfermines Law. Cleaning and garbage vehicles still come out at their usual hours, tow trucks take away double-parked cars, and municipal agencies offer children’s activities, run lost-property booths and deal with all the cases of alcohol intoxication. Programmed events start with Germanic-like punctuality (the rest of the year we prefer the rather more relaxed Iberian punctuality), and a marching band is sent out in the streets early in the morning not so much to wake up the troops as to herd them back together after a whole night out."

So it’s your problem if you ignore this advice and come anyway. You risk spending nine days and nine nights partying non-stop, drinking and eating far beyond what you thought your digestive system could take, singing songs you thought you didn’t know, and dancing dances you felt you couldn’t dance, running into strangers who soon become your best friends, speaking with them in strange languages you thought you couldn’t speak, finding legions of bullfighting haters sitting in the bullring, atheists taking part in the Saint Fermin procession, and teetotalers drinking at all the bars... Which for some may be a good enough reason!

"But you’ve been forewarned: it’s all a farce that will vanish on July 14 at the stroke of midnight, like Cinderella’s pumpkin carriage."

 



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graeme13 said:
Saturday, July 11, 2015 @ 10:26 AM


Marketing ploy or not...its world famous...and im sure brings the town a nice revenue...




Dave said:
Saturday, July 25, 2015 @ 11:31 AM

Don't be swayed by the cynicism. If you get the chance to attend San Fermin, you'll never forget the experience. There is a wonderful intensity to life and, while there is a large influx of foreigners, the locals aren't shy in joining in either. Good luck to the Pamplonese if they help to support their local economy this way. I'm sure there are some who would view Glastonbury as a recent phenomenon that takes it's fair share of merchandising revenue, but, having attended San Fermin for the second time this year, I for one can't wait to return..


Michele said:
Sunday, July 26, 2015 @ 2:59 PM

This is an unfortunately cynical piece whose accusations could apply to most any religious-based festival in the world!

Who can -- in the 21st century -- prove or disprove the existence of a Saint Fermin [who] "is revered as a bishop and a martyr, the locals claim that he came from Pamplona."

That fact alone gives credence and validity to the Saint, the surrounding beliefs, and yes -- the fun and chaos annually held in his name.

Sort of like . . . "Carnival!" . . . ?

To all of the derogatory, cynical and sad comments above attempting to degrade the Festival, I say "so what!"

It is not, I think, at all necessary to continuously denigrate long-held beliefs to supposedly impose others . . . dictators have attempted that for years and have lost!

Que viva San Fermin!


Inigo said:
Thursday, April 7, 2016 @ 7:24 PM

VIVA SAN FERMIN!

Pamplonicas dont mind if you stay home next summer.



Bettina said:
Sunday, February 5, 2017 @ 11:08 PM

Well I have news for you!(who didn't sign the post) My grandfather Saturio Toron also called »El Leon de Navarra» and one of his companions « El Obispo» where both bullfighters for that region, from Tafalla. It happens that Hemingway enjoyed his courage .There are corridas all around the country , all through the festival season with toreros from everywhere. In the thirties, my grandfather even went to Mexico and Venezuela during winter in Spain. You shouldn't write on things you ignore...Why do you live in Spain if you don't enjoy it?


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