A national celebrity first as a player and then as a coach, Rockne established the direction of the football program in a university struggling to maintain its academic identity, and truly made the team what it is today.
They have cellular phones and everything else. It was hard for me to imagine that Spain would ever get rid of this institutionalized sadism. The phenomenon of seaside gimcrackery was familiar to anyone who had traveled on the British coast and examined The Kingdom by the Sea.
It is not a sport, Hemingway said; it is a tragedy, because the bull dies. Fraga had cultivated Fidel and created an understanding that made Spain an ally and a refuge for many Cubans. In the center of town so much dust had collected on the roofs of houses — dust raised by a stiff wind blowing over the dry riverbed, the brown fields, the stony hills — that a wild straggling variety of cactus had taken root in the tiles.
It seemed accurate and clever to me, and I told him so, though he seemed to be embarrassed by his effort and was too shy to continue. I did not have an answer for this. It was a sort of cut-price colonization, this stretch of coast, bungaloid in the extreme — bungalows and twee little chalets and monstrosities in all stages of construction, from earthworks and geometrically excavated foundations filled with mud puddles, to brick and stucco condos and huts and houses.
He told me to fly. But it was apparently true. I arrived in darkness, found a place to stay, and left early on another bus to Cartagena.
Shaking Down the Thunder: Europeans kept their families small in times of recession. Nearly all the matadors had nicknames: I would never have known. It was a Catholic country when Franco was in power, but not anymore. And, listen, one of the most popular toreros in Spain is from America — Colombia.
But the bull dies in the worst possible way, first tortured by knives in its neck and then stabbed — usually clumsily by a prancing man with a sword — and then it bleeds to death. I had intended to go to the first bullfight I found advertised. This was an example of the risk of raising the forbidden topic of Francisco Franco.
In the meantime I had found a place to stay in Marbella. Franco wanted this tourist boom, for the foreign exchange it provided, though he could not have foreseen what a corrupting influence in all senses it would prove to be. A few disgusted tourists left.
There was a ferry, I found out, from the insignificant seaside village of Denia, about fifteen miles away on a headland. That night strolling along the promenade — the sea was lovelier at night — I saw a bullfight poster, announcing a feria the next day at Mijas, not far away.
The Spaniards were well-mannered with one another, restrained, seldom aggressive, seldom drunk in public, and they were generally kind to their animals. He is very right wing. She was a Las Vegas showgirl. It was a reminder of the ape and the tourist: He was said to have all the Galician traits — above all, Galicians were inexplicable and enigmatic.
The novel is a pretentious sermon on the nobility of the corridaone bloody bull after another, and all the pedantry of bull fever. It was a cold day.
In the meantime I had found a place to stay in Marbella. This was as remote from the Spain of Cervantes and Hemingway and Pritchett and everyone else as it was possible to be.
It is what ought to happen to anyone who dares to torment an animal. The second bull was less lucky — though all bulls are unlucky — and ended up howling, bellowing as the matador fumbled with the sword and cape. I had not planned to get off the bus at Marbella, but this man irritated me.
I felt intensely that the Spanish coast, especially here on the Costa del Sol, had undergone a powerful colonization — of a modern kind, but just as pernicious and permanent a violation as the classic wog-bashing sort. But several aspects of this reeking vulgarity interested me.
There was no sightseeing here, the bullfights were a local matter, and so it was just the quarries and the bathroom fixtures, the drugstores, the supermarkets, and the candy stores, which were also retailers of pornographic picture books.
Murray Sperber is a regular media commentator on college sports. A professor of English and American studies at Indiana University, Bloomington, his previous books include College Sports, Inc. ; Onward to Victory: The Creation of Modern College Sports ; and Shake Down the Thunder: The Creation of Notre Dame Football.
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In writing Shake Down the Thunder, author Murray Sperber had what no other writer about Notre Dame has ever had: the use of Knute Rockne's voluminous private correspondence, which sat unopened in the university library's basement since his death.
True story behind the legend of Knute Rockne and the creation of Notre Dame football. — Kirkus Reviews (starred review) en Paul Theroux calibre“We love football, but the corrida is here,” he said and tapped his heart. “It is our passion. Deep down I felt that he was a great poet and that I did owe him a tiny bit of the Divine Dalí’s asshole.”.
Sperber (English and American Studies/Indiana University; College Sports Inc., ) does in this exceptional, exhaustive history of Notre Dame football what he does best: dash myths and penetrate to systemic corruption and hypocrisy, all the while maintaining an implicit love for collegiate athletics.A review of murray sperbers shake down thunder the creation of notre dame football