Spain’s bullfighting industry has been battered in recent years, a victim of declining popularity and economic recession. The number of “corridas” has fallen sharply, along with attendance at the bloody spectacles, which invariably end with the death of the animal. In 2007, according to The Wall Street Journal, there were more than 1,000 bullfights registered in Spain; this year promoters will schedule only half as many. In a 2011 survey by the ministry of culture, the number of Spaniards saying they attend bullfights had dropped to just 8.5 percent, a new low.
For nearly three centuries Spanish bullfighting has attracted passionate fans. But to modern eyes, there is no romance or honor in bullfights, which are not really “fights” at all, but essentially the drawn-out torture and slaughter of an animal for the enjoyment of a crowd. Like bear-baiting and cockfighting, bullfights appeal to those who find entertainment in brutalizing animals and forcing them to a painful, bloody, violent death. No less a devotee than Ernest Hemingway, who celebrated bullfighting in his 1932 book “Death in the Afternoon,” was honest enough to acknowledge that “true enjoyment of killing” was the key to its fascination and allure.