And you….” he paused and pointed his finger at me using the same hand that still held the glass, the melting ice clinked “you didn't like the Sun Also Rises?” he asked and set his glass down. “I am one of the greatest American writers, if not the greatest, everybody says so. “So” Ernest picked up his drink and drank the whole thing in one gulp. “Manuel!! Where’s that champagne?" I shouted in a panic. Hey, I don’t want to come across as insensitive but aren't you dead?” I asked “Really? I don’t feel dead….at least I don’t think I am.” Said the not dead Ernest “Damn! Absinthe lives up to it's reputation." I said and smacked the left side of my head with my left hand. “Language! I’m Ernest Hemingway the guy who wrote that boring book” he put his feet on the ground and the chair dropped down with a bang. Besides I don’t think it will be long before you fall on your ass.” I said, I drank some water, it was cold. “May I sit?” he asked as he put his dirty bare feet up on the table and tipped the chair back. He set his drink down on the table, hard, and pulled out a chair and sat down. On the bright side, I think it did wonders for my blood pressure.” I said.ĭressed in worn khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with one too many colors, he stood there at my table and squinted at me, sweat rolling down the sides of his red face and into his gray beard. “Hemingway, you wouldn't happen to be related to the writer would you? His book The Sun Also Rises was the book I was just referring to I don’t remember ever being quite so bored. “Who are you?” I asked the man I did not know. “Bring the lady some Champagne right away!” said Mr. Hemingway, how could I not? You tend to repeat yourself constantly, it must be all the absinthe….” muttered Manuel. “But you know the rules Manuel, you know the rules.” Repeated Mr. Hemingway” said Manuel “she said she wanted ice water, so that’s what I gave her”. “I just finished a book where everyone repeated themselves……drove me to drink!” “I’ll drink to that.” I said and held up my glass of ice water to the stranger, then put it to my lips and drank.
He put an empty glass in front of me, tipped his picture of water over my glass until it was full, at that time he stopped pouring.Ī man I did not know walked up to my table and said to the waiter “No one in Key West is to stop drinking alcohol while they are conscious, you know the rules Manuel! Don’t make me repeat myself did you hear me? Don’t make me repeat myself, it’s annoying.” Manuel rolled his eyes. *burp*” I put my hand over my glass “I read somewhere that it can cause hallucinations and nightmares. The bar was on the beach where there was lots of sand and water. He put an empty glass in fr I was sitting on the patio of a bar in Key West Florida. I was sitting on the patio of a bar in Key West Florida. When this book first hit the shelves, it was something brand new in literature, and writing was never the same again. It was something he learned as a newspaper writer for the Kansas City Star. There's not an unneeded adjective in the book, nor any interior monologues. That said, Hemingway's style was the real selling point, and still is. All the film noir heroes of the 40s are hard drinkers- all inspired by Hemingway, and much to the detriment of our society, with alcoholism running rampant from people's search for the romanticism of the bottle.
From then on, most of his heros are hard drinkers, and indeed inspired many Americans to become hard drinkers. Hemingway, who'd spent the previous 5 years in Europe, was bringing a completely different ethos to American readers. Europe didn't have the puritan ethic, nor the hangups about sex and alcohol consumption America had. At the time of publication in 1926, the idea of people going off to drink, carouse and have sex was shocking to Calvin Coolidge's America, where alcohol prohibition was the law of the land. At the time of publication in 1926, the idea of people going off to drink, carouse and have sex was shoc …more One has to understand the milieu of the book.
John Bailey One has to understand the milieu of the book.
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