by Ernest Hogan
I paid extra close attention to the online coverage of the Fiesta de San Fermín in Pamplona last week. I took a lot of notes, on more than just the running of the bulls and the bullfighting. I’m off and running, writing my science fiction bullfighting novel.
Or maybe I should call it a futuristic dystopian feminist bullfighting novel, or just say it’s about a woman on a spiritual quest, depending on who I’m talking to.
It’s the sort of thing that I didn’t dare even suggest back before the publishing world as we know it started the countdown to its self-destruct sequence. I don’t care what “they” think or say anymore -- I’m just writing the sort of thing that gets my endorphins flushing: fiction that has a psychoactive impact on the reader.
Blowing minds for fun and profit -- that’s my impossible dream.
Which brings me to the an important question . . .
Do Latinos like bullfighting?
In plugging into the astounding ways that tauromaquia has adapted to cyberspace, I’m noticing a lot of people from the Spanish-speaking side of the Tortilla Curtain, but almost no Latinos or Chicanos from North America among the aficionados.
In videos from San Fermín I see a lot more women taking part -- even running with the bulls. There are more and more people of color. There’s even a gay contingent -- and cross-dressing.
And among English-speaking fans, they tend to be Anglos -- from the United Kingdom and Austraila.
But here in Anglophone Zone of Norteamérica, it’s kinda lonely. I tend to be a lone brown face. I’m reminded of what it was like in the science fiction world a few decades back.
And, when I do hear my fellow Latinos speaking (en inglés) they sound like antis.
Has the American Way of Life infected us to the point of disconnecting us from this important part of our heritage? Have we forgotten those days before the United States Army invaded, when bullfighting was legal in Aztlán?
Just when did it become illegal?
And what do you think of bullfighting? Your comments, pro and con will be appreciated.
Meanwhile, I’m having visions of an alternate reality, where bullfighting never stopped in Aztlán. And the buffalo still roam, only to be killed in one-on-one ritual combat, in the ring.
Just what is this thing they call civilization, anyway?
Ernest Hogan trespassed into science fiction with his novels Cortez on Jupiter, High Aztech, and Smoking Mirror Blues and has not been deported.