A review by athend
Across the River and into the Trees by Ernest Hemingway

3.0

It is an interesting work. At times the dialogue can feel extremely childish, like the blabberings of a child (or of an old fool), but then, at other times, you come across a sentence which hits you hard and true out of the blue.

I guess final goodbyes are like that: talking about everything and nothing, making plans that will never be, a final solace before the drop of the curtain. And then the swan sings.