Like so many other deceased, Fernando Sánchez Dragó has been rested. Today his detractors cry for him – quite a posthumous success – who even now pretend to be offended and say that nonsense to the use that “the world will be better” (without him). Not even if the tailcoat collector had died!
The world belongs to the offended. And the networks don't even tell them. A respectable, very Spanish author dies – what can we do to him! – whose merits included talking about books on television, and the bilious moralist appears at the time of exit, sheltering behind some minor anecdote and some slip-up to justify the hatred . If it doesn't happen, nothing to say: I couldn't stand him! No need to justify it in the name of humanity...
I liked Sánchez Dragó. He was one of those who have come into the world to have fun, without harming anyone. By the way, he wrote forty books –some birrious, true, more gored by hunger–, talked about literature on television and cultivated a great intellectual virtue like few others: going against it. In his guild, there are many who lead and agree...
Sánchez Dragó was in jail with Franco but he never had the indecency to proclaim himself an “anti-fascist”, that label that anyone hangs on himself today (it is enough to intimidate a pastry chef from Sant Cugat for an “incorrect” Easter cake). And he flirted with Vox in recent times, not out of appearance but for going against those who foist lessons on moral superiority for everything (by the way, deceased, Curro Díaz uncovered the jar on Sunday in Las Ventas and even those from 7 applauded).
Controversial? A lot. An intelligent debater who enjoyed an obsolete intellectual game. Why argue with arguments if anyone can insult with a tweet! I think he argued even with his ego, a big 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 by land, sea and air, unlike other nationalisms (or communion or balloon rides).
Music, teacher: today not only the relatives cry for you, the offended cry for you...
