Cruelty does not make a person dishonest, the same way bravery does not make a person kind.—Veronica Roth, Insurgent
This book should be called A Farewell to Commas, because holy run-on sentences‼️
(Just working on my literature-based standup. But really, sometimes it’s too much; there’s one sentence in this book that uses “and” 22 TIMES 😵💫)
I got this book at the Hemingway Home and Museum in Key West last year and am only just getting around to reading it—which kind of worked out great, because I read War and Peace last year, and this was like War and Peace Lite.
All the war, one-fifth the page count.
A bleak tale about war and loss, this novel is based on Hemingway’s real-life experience as an ambulance driver and medic in the Italian army during WWI.
It’s also based on his real-life experience falling in love with an English nurse during the war. And, as I learned on my tour of the Hemingway home, IRL his nurse left him for another man, so he got revenge the best way writers know how: he killed her off in his book.
(Sorry, are spoilers a thing for 93-year-old novels? 😬)
A Farewell to Arms is an unflinching depiction of the horrors of war that likely was much needed in 1929 when people couldn’t see the harsh realities of it daily on TV. And Hemingway’s writing is almost timeless, because his language is too clear, straightforward, and simple to be dated.
If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.—Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
We are survivors, of each other. We have been shark to one another, but also lifeboat. That counts for something.—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye
Books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives—or to find strength in a very long one.—V. E. Schwab, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Words never mean what what we want them to mean. If we communicated with something like music, we would never be misunderstood.—Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated