Myself, I didn’t really know what to gather from the stories. I’ve never honestly read any Hemmingway previously. I’ve started to read The Sun Also Rises about ten times and gotten waylaid by Batman, Robert B. Parker, and the like each time. I think I read The Old Man and the Sea ages ago in high school, but it was so long ago that it has slipped completely from my memory. He is one of those authors that I always connect with my father and his college years for some reason, although I’m not entirely sure why. I’ve always wanted to read Hemmingway, but I’ve always wanted to read all of Shakespeare, Homer, and Eliot, too.
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My Reading History If one were to look at my varied reading habits, they would be struck by the diversity and over all unusual ness of my mind's library. I hardly remember the plot of the first book I read, but it was called Lonesome Dove. It wasn't the actual first book I read, but I don't really count the McGregor Readers from kindergarten. I read it in first grade because of my Grandmother's ...
The edition I’m reading has the short stories separated by “Chapters” which do and don’t tell a story. The “Chapters” strongly remind me of Pink Floyd’s The Wall. I was also surprised at how simple it is to read them. They are perfect examples of how Poe defined the short story: quick, (sometimes) powerful, and written to evoke one feeling. After reading The End of Something, for example, I was struck by how easily Hemmingway made me sad. The ending to A Very Short Story was pure torture. All the stories are simply constructed, no superfluous words, no extra images to clutter the feeling. They seem to be written with Strunk and White’s Elements of Style in mind. After not one of them was I wanting for more. Each was a universe unto itself. Out of Season was difficult because I wasn’t sure of how it made me feel, almost as if it was beyond me to understand what was happening to the characters and therefore I wasn’t supposed to have read it.
I enjoyed reading In Our Time, sitting on a float in a pool in the sun. The whole time, though, I was worried about what sort of “response” I was having to each story. I think it clouded my mind while I was reading and I must try to avoid that. If I had simply picked the book from a shelf and read it on a summer day, I think my responses would have been subtly different, although I’m sure I don’t know in what way. I am never sure what kind of “response” a professor is looking for in these “response” papers, or how formal they should be, but this is obviously the first of many and I will learn from your response to it.