Essay title: The Sun Also Rises
that I am taking this class. I am thoroughly enjoyingHemingway. The Sun Also Rises is one of the best booksI've read in quite a long time. For a while there, I was, forGod knows what reason, taking Physics and Chemistry andBiology. It is really an adventure to be back with books andwords and reading.
I am also amazed that I never couldread more of Him when it wasn't an assignment. And how isit that when I am told to write "a 3-5 page essay" I can onlycome through with two-and-a-half, but a "one-pageresponse" always wants to be twenty pages long? I finishedreading SAR around ten o'clock tonight. I could have takenit all in one big gulp when I began a week ago, but I couldn'tdo that. It wanted me to bring it out slowly, so I often foundmyself reading five or ten pages and laying it aside to absorbwithout engulfing. A man gets used to reading Star Wars andpulp fiction and New York Times Bestsellers and forgetswhat literature is until it slaps him in the face.
This book waswritten, not churned out or word-processed. Again, Ithoroughly enjoyed reading. I never noticed it until it wasbrought up in class, maybe because it wasn't a point for mein In Our Time, but He doesn't often enough creditquotations with, ",he said," or, ",said Brett," or, ",Billreplied.
" In SAR it stood and called attention to itself. Iwasn't particularly bothered by His not telling me who saidwhat, but it was very…pointed. I first noticed around thehundredth page or so.
Then I realized I couldn't keep trackof who was speaking. By not dwelling on it, though, sort of(hate to say this) accepting it, I managed to assign speech towhomever I felt was speaking. Gradually I came to enjoy it,in another plane of reading, figuring out from whom wordswere originating. To not notice it, as if it were one of thoseannoying 3-D posters that you can't see until you make aconcerted effort not to try and see, became simple – muchlike those 3-D pictures are once you know what not to lookfor.
(I abhor ending sentences with prepositions…) His nottelling was heightening to the story.
It made things.