36: The Sun Also Rises

by Ernest Hemingway

to be filled at a later date :(

YAY! now is the later date! MAY 13th 2011

This is my first Hemingway novel, and to celebrate i am drinking some of Hemingway’s lemonade (whiskey is it?)

(I learned the term on an episode of Community with Chevy Chase, one of the earlier episodes)

anyways, apparently his writing style is powerful and spare, and he’s the master of it. This I found to be true, it is spare.
But it doesn’t leave you feeling like you were spared, you get a whole lot of feeling.

When the character Jake was in Paris, I really did get this Paris feeling (as much as one could feel like they are in paris without ever being in Paris) and when the character was in Madrid, I felt that the pace was faster to match the environment of the city.

To be honest I never know what’s going on in these kind of novels, this is the same feeling whenever I am reading anything by F. Scott Fitzgerald! It’s like, oh I see…. you guys are doing this now, why? Just because? Alright… if you say so.

I always wonder why no one works, everyone’s in debt but they also tip generously to everyone!

what?

They also drink a hell load of alcohol, there’s so much drinking constantly…it makes me want to drink a little bit too.

I learned a lot of things from this novel too!

1. there are special cups for absinthe, I need to find these cups
2. you can get ‘leather’ wine bottles

there were many other things but right now i can’t remember! oh another thing, back then, everybody kind of dated everybody huh? There was like one woman, and 3 guys and they kind of all knew that they all dated her at one point or another and they didn’t really mind.. ?

i dont even know..

anyways quotes! lots of ‘em i hope i dont get lazy and give up half way…

19: “Listen Robert, going to another country doesn’t make any difference. I’ve tried all that. You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. there’s nothing to that.”

21: I could picture it. I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends. We went out to the Cafe Napolitain to have an aperitif and watch the evening crowd on the Boulevard.

29: I was a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless (I dont know why I found this sentence so appealing, perhaps that’s my real goal in life to be constantly careless?)

35 “It’s funny,” I said. “It’s very funny. And it’s a lot of fun, too, to be in love.”
“Do you think so?” her eyes looked flat again.
“I don’t mean fun that way. I an way that it’s an enjoyable feeling.”
“No,” she said. “I think it’s hell on earth.”
“It’s good to see each other.”
“No I don’t think it is.”
“don’t you want to?”
“I have to.”

Such a huge skip in page numbers, must’ve not read it carefully enough :(

104: I have never seen a man in civil life as nervous as Robert Cohn – nor as eager. I was enjoying it. I was lousy to enjoy it, but I felt lousy. Cohn had a wonderful quality of bringing out the worst in anybody.

107-108 “What bloody-fool things people do. Why didn’t se go off with some of her own people? Or you?” – her slurred that over – “or me? Why not me?” He looked at his face carefully in the glass, put a big dab of lather on each cheek-bone. “It’s an honest face. It’s a face any woman would be safe with.”
“She’d never seen it.”
“She should have. All women should see it. It’s a face that ought to be thrown on every screen in the country. Every woman ought to be given a copy of this face as she leaves the altar. Mothers should tell their daughters about this face. My son “- he pointed the razor at me -” go west with this face and grow up with the country”

I don’t know why but I found all of this hilarious.

152: Enjoy living was learning to get your money’s worth and knowing when you had it. You could get your money’s worth. The world was a good place to buy in. It seemed like a fine philosophy. In five years, I thought, it will seem just as silly as all the other fine philosophies I’ve had.

Perhaps that wasn’t true, though. Perhaps as you went along you did learn something. I did not care what it was all about. All I wanted to know was how to live in it. Maybe if you found out how to live in it you learned from that what it was all about.

243 He brought it and I took out my fountain-pen and printed:

LADY ASHLEY HOTEL MONTANA MADRID ARRIVING SUD EXPRESS TOMORROW LOVE JAKE.

That seemed to handle it. That was it. Send a girl off with one man. Introduce her to another to go off with him. Now go and bright her back. And sign the wire with love. That was it all right. I went in to lunch.

251 “Oh, Jake,” Brett said, “we could have had such a damned good time together.”
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”

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