To be honest, I’m not sure I much care for Hemingway. No, not sure at all. I mean, he’s a writer. A good writer. One of the best. You know all that already. But his stories, well, they’re sad. Nothing good happens in them, nothing happy. But you gotta read them, right? Because he’s a great writer, everyone knows that.
The best thing, about his stories, is that they’re short. To the point. Brief. I like brief. I like stories that say a lot with a little.
The Old Man and the Sea, that’s the only long one that I read all the way through. I had to, for school. I didn’t like it. Not much anyway. It just went on and on about those damn sharks until I was hoping they’d just bite the old man and get it over with.
The best one, the best short one, was The Killers. It’s sad, but it tells a whole story with almost no words at all. No extra words.
Can’t help but admire a guy who can say so much with so little.
Maybe if he can do it, I can too.