A review by i_llumi
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway

reflective slow-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? No
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

2.75

i’m gonna be honest this book felt like a filler episode of some random ass npc that no one cares about

I just really could not bring myself to remotely care for anyone except maybe the two protagonists. the entire cast and the plot read like unseasoned food and just . not fun

I get that Hemingway’s writing is innovative and unique and great but after putting myself through 3 works by him, I’m starting to accept that his thing just isn’t for me

with that being said tho here are some quotes that i found funny for no reason

It is very important to discover graceful exits like that in the newspaper business, where it is such an important part of the ethics that you should never seem to be working.

"Mr. Barnes introduced his fiancée as Mademoiselle Le-blanc, and her name is actually Hobin."

I knelt and started to pray and prayed for everybody I thought of, Brett and Mike and Bill and Robert Cohn and myself. and all the bull-fighters, separately for the ones I liked, and lumping all the rest, then I prayed for myself again, and while I was praying for mysel I found I was getting sleepy, so I prayed that the bull-fights would be good, and that it would be a fine fiesta, and that we would get some fishing. I wondered if there was anything else I might pray for, and I though I would like to have some money, so I praved that I would make a loto money, and then I started to think how I would make it, and thinking of making money reminded me of the count, and I started wondering about where he was, and regretting I hadn't seen him since that night in Montmartre, and about something funny Brett told me about him, and as all the time I was kneeling with my forehead on the wood in front of me, and was thinking of myself as praying, I was a little ashamed, and regret red that I was such a rotten Catholic, but realized there was nothing I could do about it, at least for a while, and maybe never, but that anyway it was a grand religion, and I only wished I felt religious and maybe I would the next time; and then I was out in the hot sun on the steps of the cathedral, and the forefingers and the thumb of my right hand were still damp, and I felt them dry in the sun.

“You know what you are?”

Tell him bulls have no balls!

“You kill your friends?”
“Always”
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