posted on Jun, 6 2006 @ 05:53 AM
One of the things I've always liked about Hemingway is his lust for life. In the Sun Also Rises (a personal fave) his descriptions of women, wine,
Spain, etc... were compelling enough to make me want to take my own journey there.
Just lovely writing really - there is a ripe lushness to everything; not quite the brilliant technicolour or dreamy opiate writing you get with other
writers who were also equally obsessed with death (Keats and McCullers to name a few) but a fitting and beautiful style nonetheless.
As far as prose, his is sparse, simple, to the point. His short stories are excellent and he doesn't waste a word when he doesn't have to. One also
has to admire his discipline. As messed up as his personal life was, he was an extremely organised writer who parcelled his day according to his work
- hangover, love, depression, whatever... it never got in the way of the work.
I always find it difficult to equate the writer with the person - because for a lot of writers the imagination, fantasy, writing IS what they are. The
other details: life, marriage, madness, death, are secondary.
Hemingway killed himself and suffered from impotance and depression for a good part of his life, but I would rather think about how alive his books
made me feel.