Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Back to Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises" today- His prose is powerful, clean and painful, with his own life just barely hidden below the surface. The more I read by and about E.H., the more I feel like I have a brilliant but very sad friend whom I just can't help. Reading "Sun Also Rises" after reading "A Moveable Feast", you can see his mistakes, self-indulgences and potential, all swirling around in a whirlpool just outside your grasp...you want to get his attention, to warn him, because you know how it will all turn out, but you can't. You're on the other side of a thick, plate glass wall, knocking, banging, yelling...he doesn't hear you and he never will.