But itâs real masculinity, not the alpha male BS peddled on social media today.
Santiago is one of the best characters ever written IMO.
Not all of Hemingwayâs works are winners though. One of the only movie adaptations I like better than the book is âTo Have or Have Notâ
My favorite Hemingway is âFor Whom the Bell Tolls.â
This might be interesting. In college I took a class about war in literature. I donât have the syllabus, but I remember these ones.
The Illiad
The Art of War
Vom Krieg
The Red Badge of Courage
All Quiet on the Eastern Front
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Dispatches
Jarhead
these are gems for sure
Itâs pretty amazing how much content can be packed into such concise language
I remember being very confused by this story.
From âA Clean Well-Lighted Place,â this sums up Hemingways views.
âOur nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.â
Great novel!
Reminded me of The River Why by David James Duncan, which wasnât as good as The Brothers K by the same author - great novel!
I think this is true, but debatable. The masculinity, in my opinion, is in the prose. Comparing dick sizes (purportedly) with Fitzgerald reeks of homoeroticism.
A Moveable Feast is a great read, but A Farewell to (balls) Arms is allegedly autobiographical - Hemingway reportedly lost a testicle in Italy and may have been impotent like the protagonist.
Might explain why he ate his gun, which is also ambiguous. He was allegedly cleaning it.
At least he didnât fuck around.
I mean, he did get cited by the coast guard for machine-gunning whales. And at his house in Key West, besides all his six-toed cats, theres a coin he stomped into the concrete when his wife installed a pool without asking, saying âJust take all my money!â Thereâs also an urinal that he turned into a fountain in his garden becaise it was when his favorite bar was relocating, so he just took it claiming he had pissed enough money down it so he owned it. My buddy and I tried to sneak in at night and steal his typewriter, but got caught. And there is a tree on Duval Street with a metal sign saying Hemingway pissed here.
I admittedly donât do much reading for entertainment purposes, and when I do read a book itâs typically either about history, a biography or autobiography, or about subject matter Iâm interested in. I donât give two shits about foreshadowing prowess, eloquent wording or all the other stuff Inhave forgotten from English lit.
Been there, loved the cats.
Are you talking about the typewriter in his writing room?
Did the Duval crawl several years ago, Captain Tonyâs, Sloppy Joeâs, etc⊠Was great!
To each their own.
My son is a puzzler - loves them, loves figuring out how things work, could solve a Rubikâs cube in 37 seconds.
When he was younger we talked about things like foreshadowing. I was an English Teacher so I was definitely coaching him up. When he read Lord of the Flies in ninth grade, he saw it all come together - the wizard behind the curtain creating the organic unity that made the novel great.
Then Macbeth blew his mind.
I donât think why you read is important, rather just that you read!
Thatâs the one. Of course we were hammered, so not the most stealthy burglers. We jumped over the wall, climbed up to that second story bridge, and it was locked, so we thought about breaking the window, but that felt disrespectful, and while we were figuring out plan b someone with a flashlight came out and started yelling at us, so we did the smart thing. Ran away and hid in the ocean under a pier.
My brother was going to fly to LA for a Med School interview at UCLA and his buddy convinced him to drive down and make a weekend of it. They got hammered and decided to go to Disney. His friend had gotten over the fence and my brother was on it when the cops showed up.
He got trespassed for life from Disney.
They slept in the car and he went to his interview the next day. Braniff (his plane ticket) went bankrupt and he was out his plane ticket money, and he got rejected from UCLA.
Ironic, because years later he was an ER doc at Sand Lake and treated all of Disneyâs slip and falls, got to know some peeps, and we got in free.
I had heard somewhere ⊠maybe during the tour of his FL home (or maybe started down an internet rabbit hole afterward) that he had some sort of genetic condition where he could not metabolize iron properly and this is associated with risk of depression.
Had not heard he had lost a testicle before
Thread needs more John Steinbeck
The Pearl and Of Mice and Men were classics
Been meaning to read Grapes of Wrath for some time
Kind of boring but laden with meaning.
Another book I taught to my students. I always told them that if I shot them in the head it was out of love - just like George shot Lenny.
Steinbeck wasnât that skillful of a writer. Told some decent stories with some important themes, but was heavy handed with foreshadowing and symbolism.
It was rumored, and I misdirected. The protagonist in The Sun Also Rises was impotent, not A Farewell to Arms - my bad.
The character of Brett was so exquisitely misogynistic that Hemingway must have had issues. He was injured handing out chocolate in Italy, including his groin. Many connected this injury to the character of Jake Barnes and assumed Hemingway lost some sexual function.
While he may not have been able to metabolize iron, apparently he was pretty good at metabolizing alcohol.
Pretty sure I am reading between the lines when I say the drinking of wine along rivers with other dudes, and the way he wrote about Lady Brett Ashleyâs matador lovers would indicate there was a heavy homoerotic bent in his writing.
No matter, he wrote really well - strong, muscular, sparse prose. Pretty sure Rippetoe loves him.
read it in school, it was required reading in 9th or 10th grade along with âto kill a mockingbirdâ and âhuckleberry finnâ
great book
Second favorite book of all time.
Paraphrase, but, I donât remember when the letters above his fingers became words but I donât ever remember not being able to read.
Same for me. I have no memory of not being able to read.
Me neither. But his son Gregory did have a sex-change operation, and said that his father told him they shared the same darkness.
