|Hemingway and a cat, special thanks to Google Images|
I love Ernest Hemingway.
I know AMF isn't supposed to be his best, but I still really enjoyed it. It only made me want to read more Hemingway because if this isn't his best then, his best must just be WOW. I read A Farewell to Arms my senior year of high school. It was wonderful, but I need to reread it. I don't remember it very well. I remember wanting to be Catherine, and it being poetic and romantic and just right in every way.
Hemingway has such a knack for that, you know: writing things just the right way. I think it's because of something he says to himself in AMF:
"Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know."Speechless, aren't you? Me, too.
Hemingway is always writing such true sentences in the truest way, and that is why I love him.
Now, before I send you off to enjoy a few other true sentences from AMF, I must confess that I began reading this book with a pencil in hand, and finished reading this book on the beach, which brings me to these points:
1. I love to read with a pencil so that I can mark the quotes that my heart reads.
2. My reading skills go way down when I'm reading in bright sunlight (and especially without a pencil).
3. Hemingway is a wonderful beach read. Most "beach reads" are really pretty worthless. Hemingway is a beach read who is not. Take him to the beach with you. He doesn't complain much and is always ready for another drink. The perfect vacation companion!
4. Most of what I'll quote is from the beginning of the book... when I had a pencil.
But that's enough of my voice, I'd much rather you read Hemingway. The first chapter was my favorite, but I didn't like it as much as I liked the last paragraph. (And my favorite-favorites are bolded)....
"I looked at her and she disturbed me and made me very excited. I wished I could put her in the story, or anywhere..."
"I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil."
"We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright."
"I had already learned that everything I did not understand probably had something to it."
"When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest."
"The one who is doing his work and getting satisfaction from it is not the one the poverty bothers."
"We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other."
"There is never any ending to Paris..."