A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
I’m not a big Hemingway fan, although I do love clean, simple writing. Hemingway’s gets a little too simple, which is why it’s so often lampooned, and A Farewell to Arms is as simple as it comes.
Now, I’d never seen the movie, so the plot and ending were a surprise to me. I think I was expecting something more war-like. Turns out it’s a love story. And a stupid one. I couldn’t believe they were in love at all. They’re so phony with each other. They share no interests. They say nothing and do nothing. Perhaps Hemingway was being ironic and we’re supposed to know it’s just as well she died because there’s no way he’d want to spend more than another month or two with her. She was seriously irritating. And he was faking it to get laid. Right? Or was it romantic and I’m just a cynic?
Does ‘oo wuv me? Am I the cutest? Will we be the bestest blogger and blog reader that ever-wever was? Tell me! Tell me before I have a hissy fit! It’s OK, darling. I do know you love me and I’m OK now, I promise. I’ll never have another hissy fit again until page 2.