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On the fifteenth of June 2008, only a few minutes after stepping into the sand of Madrid\u2019s bullring, the bullfighter Jos\u00e9 Tom\u00e1s was covered in blood. Just ten days before, he had had his most glorious fight ever, a fight that turned even the usually skeptical aficionados<\/em> ecstatic. That second afternoon the stakes were high, but the bullfight proved to be crude and epic. Tom\u00e1s was gored three times. After each goring, he stubbornly stood up, planted himself on the ground, and fought on, never stepping back from the bull. His torso bent achingly slowly, inches from the animal, to subtly guide the charge. His calm was astounding. It didn\u2019t matter that this time the bulls weren\u2019t following his wrist but rather searching for his body\u2014he \u00a0wanted to deliver the same smooth performance as he had ten days before.<\/p>\n

Tom\u00e1s had to undergo three operations as soon as he left the ring. One of the wounds ran twenty inches into his right thigh and tore his muscle. Some viewers accused him of being suicidal; others saw the consummate performance of Spain\u2019s best bullfighter, one who was ready to fight steadily till the end. When a journalist asked the old former matador Espl\u00e1, \u201cWhat is courage?\u201d he answered, \u201cIt\u2019s the spot where Jos\u00e9 Tom\u00e1s stands.\u201d<\/p>\n

Born in a small town outside Madrid in 1975, Tom\u00e1s has always been an unusual figure in the bullfighting world. His grandfather Celestino, a cab driver, often took him to the fights. He was still a child when he held the red cape<\/em>, the mulet<\/em>a, for the first time, in front of a cow at the house of a distant relative who was a bull breeder. After his bullfighting debut in 1995 in Las Ventas, Tom\u00e1s made it clear that his attitude was not like that of other bullfighters. He stood close to the bulls but far from the media. He refused to have anything to do with the power brokers of the business, the owners of bullrings and bull breeders. He banned TV stations from the rings during his fights; he refused to give interviews. Unlike the stereotypical playboy torero, Tom\u00e1s kept his private life discreet and quiet. He didn\u2019t take a siesta before fights and never prayed in the bullring\u2019s chapel, as every other matador or banderillero does. His refusal to dedicate the bulls to a member of the royal family when they attended his fights\u2014a customary ritual\u2014made many suspect him of being antimonarchical. But his asceticism and understatement ironically attracted more fans, bringing a new generation of aficionados to the bullrings\u2014young, modern Spaniards who saw Tom\u00e1s as the embodiment of what bullfighting should be. He became an inspirational figure for younger bullfighters, who tried to emulate not only his daring style but also his refusal to leave from the ring no matter how dire his wounds. (Jos\u00e9 Padilla, the bullfighter who lost an eye and decided not to quit is probably the most extreme example.)<\/p>\n

But the truth is that Tom\u00e1s did once quit. In 2002, at the height of his career, he suddenly retired. He gave no reason; fans could discern no motive. Some speculated that he was merely exhausted, and many of his supporters hoped that he would shortly return to the ring. As the months passed, however, it became clear that he would not. The mystery that had always surrounded Tom\u00e1s deepened; his legend grew. He moved to an Andalusian coastal town and took up soccer in a local amateur team.<\/p>\n

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Tom\u00e1s\u2019s return, five years later, in Barcelona, was just as unexpected. His comeback bullfight was announced only a month in advance and tickets were sold out in one day. Tom\u00e1s\u2019s choice of venue was deliberate. The city\u2019s bullring had been the site of many of his most memorable performances. But bullfighting had also been hotly contested in Barcelona for decades. By staging his comeback performance there, Tom\u00e1s was implicitly entering another fight\u2014one about politics, animal rights, and nationalism\u2014as calmly as he had so often entered the bullring. That sunny afternoon, hundreds of protesters surrounded Barcelona\u2019s Monumental ring, screaming at the eighteen thousand ticket holders. Hemingway dubbed these animal-rights supporters \u201canimalarians\u201d more than six decades ago<\/em>. He also pointed out that even the aficionados tend to be apologetic about the so-called decadent art: \u201cI suppose, from a modern point of view, that is, a Christian point of view, the whole bullfighting is indefensible; there is certainly much cruelty, there is always danger, either sought or unlooked for, and there is always death.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still, the afternoon of Tom\u00e1s\u2019s comeback, old men broke into tears watching his well-rounded veronicas<\/em> (the pink cape, the capote<\/em>, flying slowly in the silent air) his breathtaking manoletinas<\/em> (when the red muleta<\/em> tightly wrapped his body), and the wonderfully blas\u00e9 passes he performed with his left hand, the pitch perfect naturales<\/em>. Tom\u00e1s seemed to transcend fear, commandeering the ground directly in front of the bull, \u00a0his toreo<\/em> both gentle and stubborn. His artful fight in Barcelona that afternoon (and several more in the next four years), however, proved insufficient: bullfights have been effectively banned from Catalonia since September 2011, when Tom\u00e1s performed there for the last time.<\/p>\n

Like every torero, Tom\u00e1s is sympathetic to the plight of the bulls. In 2008, he even won a reprieve for the bull Id\u00edlic, an exceptionally rare event that recognizes the excellence of the animal, the worthiness of the foe. But a bull\u2019s death is hardly the only possible outcome in bullfighting, and Tom\u00e1s\u2019s June 2008 fight was not his last major injury. In 2009 in Aguascalientes, Mexico, he was so badly hurt that many thought he would never walk properly again. Nevertheless, after more than a year, he was fighting again, leading to renewed concern from his critics that he was suicidal.<\/p>\n

Juan Belmonte, the first matador to fight close to bulls in the 1910s, is credited with creating a whole new approach to bullfighting. Of his technique, he said,<\/p>\n

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I went to the ring like a mathematician going to the blackboard to prove a theorem. At that time the art of bullfighting was governed by the picturesque axiom of \u201cLagartijo\u201d which said, \u201cYou stand there, and either you move or the bull moves you.\u201d I was there to demonstrate that this was not self-evident as they thought. My theory was, \u201cYou stand there, and the bull does not move you … if you know how to fight.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Like Tom\u00e1s, Belmonte was frequently accused of being suicidal. But then the entire idea of bullfighting has a suicidal element: the death of the bullfighter is always a possibility, an inescapable part of the ritual, of the tragedy. The writer Ram\u00f3n de Valle Incl\u00e1n used to tease his friend Belmonte by saying that the only thing he never accomplished was his own death in the bullring. \u201cI\u2019ll see what I can do,\u201d the matador always answered. At seventy, nearly four decades after giving up bullfights, he shot himself.<\/p>\n

This spring, Tom\u00e1s will fight again; and the dark shadow surrounding him will continue to grow.<\/p>\n

Andrea Aguilar is a freelance journalist based in New York. She has been a contributing writer to <\/em>El Pa\u00eds since 2003.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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