The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

TITLE: The Sun Also Rises
AUTHOR: Ernest Hemingway
READ: November
THOUGHTS: I think I am deathly allergic to something in my house, most likely dust, but I'd like to imagine that it is some sort of secret poison filtering/floating through my breathing air, coming to slowly kill me, which it has identified as its target. I have sniffled all day, snot running down my nose, and read the last 150 pages of this book in one sitting, mucus constantly threatening to soil the pages, which I have thankfully avoided since I don't own this book. I believe it has taught me a lot about the 'realist narrative' despite that this is supposed to be a book that has defined a generation that is supposedly seeking to distance itself from anything that would be associated with the 19th century. If this was the book that defined that generation then I either feel bad for that generation, or at least think that they are a bunch of retards and its probably good that most of them are dead and that the world is humming without them. Heehee. I don't know. I enjoyed this book in the same way I would have enjoyed a Jennifer Aniston romantic comedy because I'm holed up in a hotel room somewhere with nothing to do. Hemingway's prose style. This guy isn't really one for complexity is he! I guess that is cool. In all honesty I can see how this kind of writing has influenced a few generations of American writers, from Carver to Roth to whoever. And also, I guess because I have already read so many versions of this, those other versions having been influenced by other books that had been influenced by other books that had been influenced by this book, it felt like I wasn't reading anything particularly new or exciting. This wasn't a particularly exciting read for me at all. I don't know, I feel, for reasons obscure to me, some desire to shit on this book. I will be reading The Great Gatsby next, because I have not read that since I was 15, and I done grown up since then. I remember liking it when I was 15. I think the only other 'major' Hemingway I haven't read at this point is "For Whom The Bells Toll" and "A Moveable Feast," both of which I intend to read eventually.