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Pamplona: Running the Bulls, Bars, and Barrios in Fiesta de San Fermin
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About Pamplona: Running The Bulls, Bars, And Barrios In
Product Description This is the definitive book on Pamplona's fiesta and running of the bulls, praised by James Michener and other Pulitzer Prize winners. This chronicle and history has 256 pages and over 130 photographs taken by internationally acclaimed photographers. The volume also essays the American Experience from Hemingway to the present. Review After this no one need read nor write anything of Pamplona again. -- ROBERT TROUT, Former Senior Correspondent for ABC The photos and Ray Moutons words are richly evocative. Papa Hemingway himself would have loved this book. -- ROBERT OLEN BUTLER, Pulitzer winning author of A Good Scent From a Strange Mountain This book is the next best thing to going to Pamplona itself. -- JAMES A. MICHENER, Pulitzer winning author of Iberia This book will last as long as Hemingways and for the same reasons. -- JOHN FULTON, matador, artist, author of Bullfighting With this book there is no longer any need to attend the fabled fiesta for it is all here. -- BARNABY CONRAD, author of Encyclopedia of Bullfighting From the Inside Flap In a city centuries old, an unbridled explosion of merriment takes center stage for nine days each year. Danger and death dance in the streets each morning as six fighting bulls race toward the bullring where they will die in the afternoon. Champagne corks skyrocket as revelers celebrate a saint martyred hundreds of years ago. Bands play in the cobblestone streets all night, and barrooms swell with adventurous travelers from all corners of the globe. Pamplona's Fiesta has been described as "the best week you can live on the planet," and this book takes you to the epicenter of the grand festival in Spain's Basque country. About the Author Ray Mouton was born in Lafayette, Louisiana, received a law degree from LSU and practiced in his home state until 1988 before beginning to devote himself to writing full time. A novel, After Advent, was awarded first prize in manuscript form by The Deep South Writers Conference. He has written several film scripts and is at work on a novel drawn from his experience in the law. His relationship with Pamplona dates to 1970 when he camped on the river bank behind the bullring and he has attended Sanfermines every year since 1986. He lived in Sevilla for periods of time and spent winters on a bull ranch in the mountains of Mexico, places where he pursued his interest in the subjects and themes of this book. He has three children and a stepson. Mouton and his wife divide their time between Europe, Mexico, and the French Quarter of New Orleans. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. The average time span of the encierro is less than three and a half minutes, and it is often as much as a minute faster. The bulls run with the speed of thoroughbred horses at the beginning of the course. They run like lightning and sound like thunder, and throughout the course they sustain a pace no human can match in the madness of it all. The encierro is one of the most dangerous and exhilarating rituals on Earth. This is true even for spectators. The beauty of the running robs you of breath. It is a terrible beauty. Bulls and men racing together, blending in a moment in time, the animal relying on its primitive instincts in a man-made environment while man abandons the barriers that have separated him from the beasts for centuries. The running is a thing of great grace and of awful terror, and it can alternate between those two states many times in less than two minutes. The cheers of thousands in one section of the route can be drowned out by a wail of horror from spectators at another. The bravery, whether intentional or accidental, of a runner flashing in front of the horns of a bull for a moment is as dramatic as seeing a bull suddenly swerve in a microsecond of time, gore a runner, carry him up the street on his horn and shake him loose, without breaking stride. One glance expands the emotions of the obser
