In the period after Franco, there was a good deal of rehabilitating figures that sat out Franco in exile. Seems a strange thing to do as the average person can’t just leave because they don’t agree with the politics of their leaders, so you end up honoring the elite who have choices. Here we have poet and writer Juan Ramon Jimenez. So slip on your smoking jacket, fill your pipe, take your first sip of your adult beverage, and sit back in your most comfortable chair. Welcome to todays offering from The Philatelists.
1981 was the birth century of Mr. Jimenez and he got just a ton of recognition. Not only this stamp but a similar image of him graced the back of the 2000 Paseta bank note. At the University of Maryland, where he had taught Spanish and Portuguese in the later years of his self imposed exile, in 1981 he had a new dormitory named for him.
Todays stamp is issue A605, a 30 Paseta stamp issued by Spain in 1981. This was a six stamp issue put out in two sets of three depicting great Spanish men. According to the Scott catalog, the stamp is worth 25 cents used.
Juan Ramon Jimenez was born into a rich family in Moguer, Spain. He studied with the Jesuits and at the University of Seville, with an eye toward the law. He instead switched to writing poetry and in this was heavily influenced by Nicaraguan poet Ruben Dario and the modernist movement in poetry.
In this phase Jimenez would suffer bouts of depression which he would self medicate by sexual promiscuity and then a stay at a sanitorium. Dirty stories of his escapades were the main body of his prose. Around 1912, he was in residence at a sanitorium in Madrid that was staffed mainly novitiate Nuns. When his dirty stories got back to the Mother Superior, Jimenez was thrown out of the sanitarium. It is not known whether the stories actually happened.
You are not going to get a Nobel Prize in Literature for chasing around young Nuns with cold feet and even worse talking about it. Luckily for Mr. Jimenez he was about to enter a more productive phase. He wrote a full novel called Platero and me about a writer who travels around his the rural area of his childhood with a donkey named Platero. He did a good job of showing the simple love between the animal and his master. The book was his masterpiece and was a hit throughout the Spanish world and beyond.
When the Spanish Civil War broke out, Jimenez relocated first to Puerto Rico and then Florida. He was hit with another bout of depression and his literary output reverted. He put out a collection of the romances of Coral Gables. I have to assume that Coral Gables in his period was not the retirement community it is today. Luckily the committee of the Nobel Prize in Literature was still thinking more of Platero the donkey from 40 years before than the cold footed young Nuns or the hot flashing seniors of Coral Gables when they awarded Jimenez the Nobel Prize in 1956.
Mr. Jimenez died in 1958. Perhaps his home town Moguer had better ideas of how to best honor the author. They erected a statue to Platero the donkey.
Well, my drink is empty. I have perhaps been a little harsh on Mr. Jimenez. He could not be expected to deliver a work that so vividly described a time and place after abandoning his homeland. I wonder if he considered that before leaving? Come again tomorrow when there will be another story that can be learned from stamp collecting.