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Tourism - Just a passing fad

At the end of the 1940s Norman Lewis spent three springs and summers in a Costa Brava fishing village he calls Farol. Voices of the Old Sea tells a classic story of how an impoverished village, little changed for centuries, is suddenly convulsed by the arrival of foreign tourists.

The first and longest sec­tion of the book de­scribes Farol as it was; the sec­ond and third, its rapid trans­for­ma­tion. In this first sec­tion Lewis ex­plains the vil­lagers’ lives and be­liefs. His di­a­logue is pre­cise; and his tone, both ironic and sym­pa­thetic. No-one likes the church (though they don’t mind Don Igna­cio the priest as long as he doesn’t talk about God), they hate the neigh­bour­ing vil­lage, they avoid the dic­ta­tor­ship’s po­lice.

Pagan

They are mys­ti­cal about the sea, not al­low­ing an­i­mal skin (no leather shoes) on their boats, and fol­low the in­di­ca­tions of the trav­el­ling ’Cu­ran­dero’, who has reme­dies for every­thing, whether obe­sity, preg­nancy, legal ques­tions or ill­ness, and who knows when and where the tuna shoal will ar­rive. The Cu­ran­dero, much more in­flu­en­tial than the doc­tor or priest, is too pagan for Franco’s regime, which means he has to live clan­des­tinely. Fi­nally, the po­lice dis­cover him and beat him up. Though vil­lage life may seem peace­ful and eter­nal, Lewis does not let read­ers for­get the re­cent Civil War.

Farol’s econ­omy de­pends on two big shoals of fish, tuna in the au­tumn and sar­dines in the spring. When these fail, the vil­lage lives on credit and goes hun­gry. Lewis ad­mires the sol­i­dar­ity of the fish­er­men, who dis­creetly leave part of their mea­gre catches in the boat for starv­ing wid­ows. He is re­spect­ful to the vil­lage’s nu­mer­ous ec­centrics, such as Carmela (’boss-eyed with strag­gling grey hair’) who se­cretes left-overs among her clothes or Don Al­berto ’the re­ac­tionary aris­to­crat… who lives on air’. Lewis lodges with the large, au­thor­i­tar­ian ’Grand­mother… with the face of a Bor­gia pope… who was in­clined to make God’s mind up for him’. He be­comes friends with Se­bastián, a ’bold and ro­man­tic-look­ing’ fish­er­man whose char­ac­ter is meek. As mar­riage was al­ways put off for years while men saved for a house, the vil­lage pros­ti­tute Sa Cor­dovesa is an ac­cepted fig­ure.

Farol was ’the least ac­ces­si­ble coastal vil­lage in north-east Spain’, which made me think of Cadaqués, but Farol is not Cadaqués be­cause it is over­run by feral cats and Sort, a vil­lage full of dogs and cork oaks, lies just 5 kilo­me­tres in­land. If any reader does know where Nor­man Lewis stayed, please tell me…

Plea­sure-boats

Dur­ing his sec­ond sum­mer, Lewis wit­nessed the ar­rival of Muga, a cheer­ful black-mar­ke­teer who re­minded him of ’a Japan­ese samu­rai on the look­out for some­one to pick a fight with’. Muga is cun­ning, pa­tiently win­ning the fish­er­men’s ac­cep­tance of his plans. He aims to turn the vil­lage into a hol­i­day re­sort. He has roads paved and street light­ing in­stalled. He buys up houses. He per­suades the bar to clean it­self up. He ad­vises the shop to stock An­dalu­sian sou­venirs, be­cause that’s Muga’s idea of what the French want. And he was right! Even today, Lloret or Platja d’Aro’s sou­venir shops are full of cas­tanets, bull-fight posters and wide-brimmed hats that have ex­tremely lit­tle to do with Cata­lan tra­di­tion.

The lo­cals grum­bled about the tourists (a pass­ing fad, they hope at first), but soon found out how much hol­i­day­mak­ers paid for a plea­sure-boat trip. By the end of Lewis’ third sum­mer, only one fish­er­man was still fish­ing for a liv­ing.

Nor­man Lewis tells a painful story. He is ro­man­ti­cally af­fec­tion­ate to­wards peo­ple whose way of life was de­stroyed in just a few years. With­out nos­tal­gia but with sad­ness, he por­trays this mo­ment of change, when tourism for profit crushed im­pov­er­ished tra­di­tion.

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The Day of the Fox Author: Norman Lewis Publisher: Jonathan Cape (1955) Pages: 250
Voices of the Old Sea Author: Norman Lewis Publisher: Penguin (1985) Pages: 200 “…one of the best writers, not of any particular decade, but of our century.” Graham Greene

Norman Lewis

Norman Lewis (1908-2003) wrote 15 novels and 20 non-fiction books, mostly travel or memoir. He is most famous for Naples ’44, his account of the city after the fall of Mussolini.

Lewis was particularly attracted to traditional cultures that were just starting to change under the impact of the modern world. This is the case with the books on Catalonia reviewed here and others that he wrote on Nicaragua, India, Sicily, Burma and Indonesia. The moment he was proudest of was his 1968 Sunday Times article, with photos by Don McCullin, ’Genocide in Brazil’, which inspired the founding of Survival International, an organisation that protects the rights of indigenous tribes worldwide.

Observer

His was a colourful life, with three marriages, the first to a Sicilian, giving him inside access to the Mafia (about which he wrote The Honoured Society, 1964). Before writing he had been a photographer, an umbrella salesman, a motorbike racer and a soldier during World War 2. He liked to tell how he was capable of spending time in crowded rooms and afterwards no-one would remember he was there. He wanted to be unobtrusive, an observer. It is surprising that in such closed societies as ’Farol’ the suspicious fishermen accepted him even though he did not speak Catalan. For sure, he had a talent for being unobtrusive, but there is also I suspect considerable poetic licence in the conversations he describes.

Lewis had the gift of immersion in the present. Not religious, not thinking that humanity can improve, he sought happiness in the immediate, ’the intense joy I derive from being alive’.

Though he did much to inspire the boom in modern British travel writing that combines personal experience with information about out-of-the-way places, he is not so fashionable or popular now as when he was writing. This may be because of a certain floweriness in his descriptions: lush, rich prose that is a little over-rich, like too much sugar in a cake.

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