Wednesday, November 19, 2014

The Sun Also Rises. No, Really.

After sleeping on the issue and looking back at my previous post, I feel a little silly. I'd like to thank those of you who commented on it. 

What I think happened is this: from the spring of his year, I've been going about 100 miles per hour. If it wasn't school, it was a job or my two internships and a term paper. With my exams the only thing standing between me and graduation, I was able to slow down. Then, the waves I'd left behind crashed all over me. To make matters worse, I found an email I'd saved from my late grandfather, which brought back a torrent of emotion.

I'm still mulling the typewriter question, but I don't think I'll be selling quite as many as I previously stated. I really do like the KMM and should give the Underwood a fair chance once I can get it repaired. I tried typing on the Signet, but didn't care for the way it felt. 

To get my mind off these things, I went to the local used book store and finally got my hands on not one, but three Ernest Hemingway novels: The Sun Also Rises, A Farewell To Arms, and Islands in the Stream. They did not have For Whom the Bell Tolls or The Old Man and the Sea. I also nabbed a copy of Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a 1st printing copy of the first Bond novel, Casino Royale.

I'm reading Hemingway now, after finishing Mario Puzo's The Fortunate Pilgrim. The book is a 1954 Scribner reprint, and once belonged to a "David Collette," as evidenced by the proliferation of stamps on the spin and inside covers.

Mr. Collette was apparently dissatisfied with the cover art, and decided to give the title a bit more literal significance.

I'm only fifty pages into the story, but I like Hemingway's style. I've read some of his shorts before, but this is my first novel. It's different that Puzo, who writes very literal and matter-of-factly in one scene and then wields a camera panning in and out of everyone's head in the next. 

I've only been to Paris once, and I am not too acquainted with French culture. Some of the references will probably escape me, as they may have been common knowledge at the time.

A strange thing has happened. I'm finding myself drawn to the idea of writing a contemporary novel. I look back on what's happened in the last two years and I see something very wrong, something that needs to be examined. I won't be able to work on it full-time until after graduation, but the concept is starting to form. 

I've never been one for photography, but I'm glad I snapped this picture of my early Christmas gift.

I can't remember the last time we got this much snow so early in the winter. I'm used to temperate, or downright tropical Novembers. Snow doesn't come until February! And we got six inches! 

It was a beautiful sight indeed.

Power to the pen.

1 comment:

  1. I hope you get the Underwood working. Thier office machines are great typers evn though after WWII they lowered the quality of their portables.

    Heminway, one of my favorite authors. I've read his books several time and the joy of reading them does not fade.

    Very nice snow photo.