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A review by noeguzman
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
3.0
Just finished the book about 35 minutes ago.
For whom the bell tolls holds up to its name for me, it was excruciatingly descriptive, and better yet described mountains as perky smooth breasts with no nipples(sarcasm kind of), which sometimes i’d wish he’d stop being such a horndog. Honestly, I even felt a little flustered myself reading the way Robert Jordan described these things or spoke to Maria lol the way this man can spit game and get away with saying what he wants is insane. Jake Barnes had better manners than this old sport, then again, Jake Barnes and Robert Jordan are entirely different men although written by the same author. Ernest fucking Hemingway. or should i say “mucking” ? my bad.
It got very dark when it came to the story of Pablo and his townsmen beating the fascists with paddles in a line and making them walk off, especially the ones who were just guilty by association. Times were different then i guess but i don’t think it was inherently right to do so.
Oh! I will say too, the constant flashbacks kind of threw me off or the very long run on descriptive sentences or dialogues and i would find myself just rushing through them sometimes because it would get kind of repetitive, although a couple were interesting to have read and made me laugh.
Lastly, the foreshadowing(not really): Robert Jordan started off laying on the brown pine-needle floor of the forest and he ended up dying on that damn brown pine-needle floor of the forest.
i knew he’d die at sometime point but i didn’t think it would end the way it did.
but the hopeless romantic and yearning in me would deny it and say “he and maria will make it through & they will be happy in Madrid because love conquers all. it always wins.”
WRONG!!! what rot, oh what rot. Evidently it doesn’t happen in this fucking story.
For whom the bell tolls holds up to its name for me, it was excruciatingly descriptive, and better yet described mountains as perky smooth breasts with no nipples(sarcasm kind of), which sometimes i’d wish he’d stop being such a horndog. Honestly, I even felt a little flustered myself reading the way Robert Jordan described these things or spoke to Maria lol the way this man can spit game and get away with saying what he wants is insane. Jake Barnes had better manners than this old sport, then again, Jake Barnes and Robert Jordan are entirely different men although written by the same author. Ernest fucking Hemingway. or should i say “mucking” ? my bad.
It got very dark when it came to the story of Pablo and his townsmen beating the fascists with paddles in a line and making them walk off, especially the ones who were just guilty by association. Times were different then i guess but i don’t think it was inherently right to do so.
Oh! I will say too, the constant flashbacks kind of threw me off or the very long run on descriptive sentences or dialogues and i would find myself just rushing through them sometimes because it would get kind of repetitive, although a couple were interesting to have read and made me laugh.
Lastly, the foreshadowing(not really): Robert Jordan started off laying on the brown pine-needle floor of the forest and he ended up dying on that damn brown pine-needle floor of the forest.
i knew he’d die at sometime point but i didn’t think it would end the way it did.
but the hopeless romantic and yearning in me would deny it and say “he and maria will make it through & they will be happy in Madrid because love conquers all. it always wins.”
WRONG!!! what rot, oh what rot. Evidently it doesn’t happen in this fucking story.