Thread 24540435 - /lit/ [Archived: 385 hours ago]

Anonymous
7/11/2025, 4:40:31 PM No.24540435
ErnestHemingway
ErnestHemingway
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Drinking, eating, nature.

Does it get any better than Hemingway writing about drinking wine by a stream?

Are there any writers that are comparable?
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Anonymous
7/11/2025, 8:22:51 PM No.24540961
>>24540435 (OP)
Couple of years ago I decided to give him a try, I think it was Fiesta I started reading, but I hated the writing and have never read anything by him ever since.
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Anonymous
7/11/2025, 11:18:09 PM No.24541427
>>24540435 (OP)
drinkin and concussions and fame destroyed hemingway. The more he drank, the more he got hit in his head and the more famous (untouchable) he got the worse his books were. It's perfectly encapsulated in his female characters which got shittier as time went on. How someone who wrote Up in Michigan could've written shit like For Whom Bell Tolls and it's shitty dialogues is beyond me. Of course by the time he wrote Old Man and the Sea he was "Pablo" and did not include any female characters and wrote about fishing and completely forgot to write about life. By which I mean Hemingway in Old Man and the Sea became complete parody of himself and forgot why he wrote the way he wrote in his short stories, Sun Also Rises and Farewell to Arms. And I do not want to sound like retarded "feminist" redditor obsessed with female characters, women make shitty characters, but they are simple, materialistic in their romantism and so on, and Hemingway could write them - in fact Hemingway wrote them as if he himself was teenage girl - that much did he understand the pretty petty female irrational rationality. Somewhere before WW2 Ernest Hemingway the man with heart in his chest, brains in his head and cock between his legs stopped using those things when writing and became Ernest Hemingway the writer superstar about to get Nobel Prize - completely out of touch with real existence and instead of using his cock, brains and heart to write he started to use his ass and as such could do nothing but put shit on the paper and blindly believe it's masterclass writing. He thought he is Robert Jordan, but he was Pablo, but Pablo knew he is Pablo, Hemingway did not.
Anonymous
7/11/2025, 11:21:04 PM No.24541437
>>24540961
Read In Our Time. It's his first book, short stories interspersed with vignettes. Once you read that you'll understand why people went batshit over him
>While the bombardment was knocking the trench to pieces at Fossalta, he lay very flat and sweated and prayed oh jesus christ get me out of here. Dear jesus please get me out. Christ please please please christ. If you’ll only keep me from getting killed I’ll do anything you say. I believe in you and I’ll tell every one in the world that you are the only one that matters. Please please dear jesus. The shelling moved further up the line. We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rossa about Jesus. And he never told anybody.
Anonymous
7/11/2025, 11:25:24 PM No.24541451
>>24540435 (OP)
Hemingway was a better man than a writer and that's why this board seethes over him. He was an actual high T man and therefore the low T men on this board feel threatened. And even as a writer (despite his literary flaws) he was more famous and influential than any other writer in the English language of the 20th century.
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Anonymous
7/11/2025, 11:27:58 PM No.24541456
>>24541451
>actual high T man
It was marketing, anon. It was a persona. Are you one of those retards who says "based!!!!" when you see a refrigerator advertisement from the 50s?
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Anonymous
7/12/2025, 12:09:34 AM No.24541576
>>24541456
I don't even like Hemingway but he cucked Picasso; his main hobbies included torphy hunting and extreme fishing; was a journalist in multiple wars, and mingled with the literary elite of the 20th century. Does it make you feel insecure that you will never be a Hemingway-like figure, anon?