There is something so fulfilling in Mr Hemingway's achievement in 'A Farewell to Arms' that one is left speculating as to whether another novel will follow in this manner, and whether it does not complete both a period and a phase. Dommage, parce que le roman était très beau et je l'avais acheté à la maison même d'Hemingway à Key West. I am not yet sure how he does that, but my feelings wherever I encountered this tells me that he does it well. The characters in the book were all rather flat and lacking in personality, particularly the character of Catherine, his great love. She dies due to complications during birth and Henry finally realizes that death is the end of all things: something that we learn Catherine already knew but Henry was unwilling to acknowledge until after his love was gone. I stopped in front of the Villa Rossa. I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
The stories of the horrible things humans did to one another with their new inventions that were intended only to kill as many people as possible with the most lethality was inconceivable. Oh, and if all this wasn't enough, Hemingway throws in a love story too, a complicated one featuring a complicated woman, one that has been a source of heated interpretation since the book first came out 79 years ago. Sometimes I wonder if he were not in some ways a physical coward. And now that I've slammed him so hard, here is a glimpse at the genius that allows him to get away with it all. Especially when he combines Love with War, and both seem to get the same treatment, it becomes even harder to deduce whether Hemingway is ridiculing war and its virtues or life and its delusions in general and including love also into it. I never thought about anything.
That I finally read something more from Hemingway besides the damn fish book! It must be the way Hemingway used his magic: the vivid descriptions of his locale. As best as I can tell, the action of A Farewell to Arms takes place from 1916 and before the end of the war. The story is beautifully told, masterfully constructed and moved this reader to feel the emotions that I think Hemingway wanted to produce which centrally included a bitter distrust of that war and war in general; the complexity but power of a love affair between two fairly normal but relatively insignificant and imperfect people. He was a Lieutenant Colonel. You did not know what it was about.
But I wasn't crazy in any com- plicated manner. And yes, the book does for sure contain a certain amount of all this; but I was surprised, to tell you the truth, by how how tight, illuminating, fascinating and just plain funny A Farewell to Arms turned out to actually be. I blanched and decided this time I would not resort to rudeness but allow for youthful exuberance and British arrogance. I went on down the road. Catherine isn't a person, she's a horrible Frankenstein's monster stitched together from desperation and male wish fulfillment. That thing you just did? There's a good reason, after all, that many consider A Farewell to Arms one of the greatest war novels of all time. He constantly uses run-sentences that are exhaustively long.
I'm only knocking this down to three stars for the sake of the retreat from Caporetto. Well, I knew I would not be killed. The dialogue, especially between the protagonist and love interest, just feels stilted and unnatural, like something from Tommy Wisseau's film The Room! Henry's coolness of observation in its detailed actuality is perhaps too stressed in the last pages, for in hours of great emotional strain material fact seems to detach itself as a separate phenomenon, and Henry remains too set; but the author's method prevails and triumphs in the last line. Your discussion must be at least 200 words. როგორ მარტივად შეიძლება მოკვდე ან დაიბადო. El mundo quiebra a los individuos, y, en la mayoría, se les forma cal en el lugar de la fractura; pero a los que no quieren dejarse doblegar entonces, a éstos, el mundo los mata.
The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. I raised my white flag and gave up. ეტყობა, არც ერთი მხარე არ გამოდის ომიდან გამარჯვებული. For me, the best passage in the book came in Chapter 39, where Henry considers how life kills you: If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. It's a book that some people will definitely like. Hemingway was 30 when this novel was published, though of course he was much younger during the war. During the First World War an American was ranked as an ambulance driver in the Italian army.
Their conversations felt like childlike and immature. That being said, he gets away with utterly ignoring most r I feel like awarding the great Hemingway only two stars has officially consigned me to the seventh circle of literary hell. I guess I shouldn't be surprised at Hemingway's one-dimensional, sexist portrayal of Catherine Barker, having read much of his other work, but somehow I still am. This where their love affair begins. For me, this is an effective and affecting narrative, seeking to intimate the purity of sense data and a bracingly direct underlining of the horrors of conflict. I was shaking it off. Shortly after the publication of The Old Man and the Sea in 1952, Hemingway went on safari to Africa, where he was almost killed in two plane crashes that left him in pain or ill-health for much of the rest of his life.
He escapes with Catherine who becomes pregnant with his child. He reunites with Catherine and, inexplicably, ends up living with her in Switzerland. All the descriptions of life at the front and in the hospitals, the talk of the officers, privates, and doctors, are crisply natural and make a convincing narrative, though the hero is perhaps already a little too mature and experienced. I do recall that after writing analyses of each novel and the chosen stories, then surveying a significant parcel of secondary sources, I wrote some sort of critical paean to Ernest Hemingway as stylist. After healing, Henry returns to the war effort, only to later desert the Italian army. Language is the major aspect that displays realism. The physical setting of Italy, though, changes for Frederic once he is wounded.