Like so many other deceased, Fernando Sánchez Dragó has been laid to rest. Today he is mourned by his detractors – quite a posthumous success – who even now take offense and say this common nonsense that “the world will be better” (without him). Not that the tailgater had died!
The world today belongs to the offended. Not to mention the networks. A respectable man dies, very Spanish – what are we going to do about it!–, whose merits included talking about books on television, and the bilious moralist appears in the silent hour, parapeted in some minor anecdote and some patina to justify the hate If nothing happens to say: I couldn’t stand him! There is no need to justify it on behalf of all mankind…
Sánchez Dragó suited me well. He was one of those who came into the world to have fun without harming anyone. Incidentally, he wrote forty books – some bad, it’s true, but most of them kill hunger -, he spoke about literature on television and he cultivated, like few others, a great intellectual virtue: bringing the opposite. In his guild, there are plenty of those who give the right…
Sánchez Dragó was in prison for his ideas with Franco, but he never had the indecency to declare himself “anti-fascist”, this label that anyone hangs today (it is enough to intimidate a pastry chef from Sant Cugat for a “wrong†chocolate candy). And he flirted with Vox recently, not out of spite but to oppose those who, for example, preach lessons of moral superiority for everything (by the way, the late Curro DÃaz opened the jar on Sunday in Las Ventas and even those of 7 applauded).
Controversial? A lot. An intelligent polemicist who had fun with an obsolete intellectual game. Why argue with arguments if anyone can insult with a tweet! I believe that he argued even with his ego, which is the starting point for all polemicists. In the same way that he practiced a very healthy relationship with his country, Spain, which he criticized more than anyone else for land, sea and air, unlike other nationalisms in which you criticize and leave in balloons.
Bravo, Fernando Sánchez Dragó: today your relatives are not crying, the thin-skinned ones are crying…
