Oof. Now I have to read everything by Hemingway. The best parts of The Sun Also Rises:
As he had been thinking for months about leaving his wife and had not done it because it would be too cruel to deprive her of himself, her departure was a very healthful shock.
It is very important to discover graceful exits like that in the newspaper business, where it is such an important part of the ethics that you should never seem to be working.
After supper we went up-stairs and smoked and read in bed to keep warm. Once in the night I woke and heard the wind blowing. It felt good to be warm and in bed.
Montoya could forgive anything of a bull-figher who had aficion. He could forgive attacks of nerves, panic, bad unexplainable actions, all sorts of lapses. For one who had aficion he could forgive anything. At once he forgave me all my friends.
Brett was happy. Mike had a way of getting an intensity of feeling into shaking hands. Robert Cohn shook hands because we were back.
“Oh to hell with him.”
“He spends a lot of time there.”
“I want him to stay there.”
“Brett will tell you. She tells all the stories that reflect discredit on me.”
“I’ve always done just what I wanted.”
“I do feel such a bitch.”
“Well,” I said.
Walking across the square to the hotel everything looked new and changed. I had never seen the trees before. I had never see the flagpoles before, nor the front of the theater. It was all different. I felt as I felt once coming home from an out-of-town football game. I was carrying a suitcase with my football things in it, and I walked up the street from the station in the town I had lived in all my life and it was all new. They were raking the lawns and burning the leaves in the road, and I stopped for a long time and watched. It was all strange. Then I went on, and my feet seemed to be a long way off, and everything seemed to come from a long way off, and I could hear my feet walking a great distance away. I had been kicked in the head early in the time. It was like that crossing the square. It was like that going up the stairs in the hotel. Going up the stairs took a long time, and I had the feeling that I was carrying my suitcase.
Never once did he look up. He made it stronger that way, and did it for himself, too, as well as for her. Because he did not look up to ask if it pleased her he did it all for himself inside, and it strengthened him, and yet he did it for her, too. But he did not do it for her at any loss to himself. He gained by it all through the afternoon.
The three of us sat at the table, and it seemed as though about six people were missing.
“Tight!” Brett exclaimed. “You were blind!”
“Hello, Jake,” he said very slowly. “I’m getting a lit tle sleep. I’ve want ed a lit tle sleep for a long time.”
I said I would go with him, just to devil him.
“Direct action,” said Bill. “It beats legislation.”
“Bill’s a yell of laughter.”
“Oh, shove it along, Michael.”
quais – the area of a city (such as a harbor or dockyard) alongside a body of water
bateau mouche – a pleasure boat that takes sightseers on the Seine in Paris
darbs – 1920s, A person with ready money, who can always be relied upon to pay the check.
Mencken – American editor and critic. A founder and editor (1924-1933) of the American Mercury, he wrote socially critical essays, often directed toward the complacent middle class.
encierro – running of the bulls
6 thoughts on “The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway”
You may also want to read “The Paris Wife.”
Read A Moveable Feast….it is my all time favorite Heminway!!!!!!
A Moveable Feast is definitely great. I would also highly recommend A Farewell to Arms:
“I had gone to no such place but to the smoke of cafes and nights when the room whirled and you needed to look at the wall to make it stop, nights in bed, drunk, when you knew that that was all there was, and the strange excitement of waking and not knowing who it was with you, and the world all unreal in the dark and so exciting that you must resume again unknowing and not caring in the night, sure that this was all and all and all and not caring.”
I think For Whom the Bell Tolls is the most wonderful Hemingway novel. I read it for a graduate school exam, and even though I was “studying,” I still loved it relentlessly.
My favorite is Brett’s “Love to all the chaps!” And I agree, A Moveable Feast is my next favorite by Hemingway. And then my next favorite thing is Bar Hemingway at the Ritz Paris.
I read Garden of Eden and was hooked on Hemingway, and had the south of France beckoning me, although I am yet to get back there. I also read The Paris Wife – so, so good too, and whether true or not, absolutely wonderful reading.