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ANGELA ALAIMO O'DONNELL WWW.AMERICANMAGAZINE.ORG 21.09.17 “Bullfighting is not a sport—it is a tragedy,” Ernest Hemingway once wrote. And he ought to know. Having traveled to Pamplona nine times for the annual festival of San Fermin, a nine-day celebration that features the infamous running of the bulls in addition to a bullfight every night of the festa, Hemingway had become an aficionado of the art. He also witnessed bullfights in other cities across Spain, but for him, Pamplona was ground zero. He immortalized his passion for the experience in Death in the Afternoon (1932), his encyclopedic paean to bullfighting that chronicles its history, ceremony and traditions. I have been to only two bullfights in my life. My first was when I was a 17-year old student visiting Madrid. Like most of the jovenes who lacked funds, I sat up in the nosebleed section, where the party was lively but the action...