Men Without Women
Men Without Women
Hemingway
Men without women was a milestone in Hemingway’s career. Fiesta had already established him as a novelist of exceptional power, but with these short stories, his second collection, he showed that it is possible, within the space of a few pages, to recreate a scene with absolute truth, bringing to life details observed only by the eye of a uniquely gifted artist.
Hemingway’s men are bullfighters and boxers, hired hands and hard drinker, gangsters and gunman. Each of their stories deals with masculine toughness unsoftened by woman’s hand. Incisive, hand-edged, pared down to the bare minimum, they are classic Hemingway territory.
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He went down the stairs and out of the door into the hot brightness of the street. It was very hot in the street and the light on the white buildings was sudden and hard on his eyes. He walked down the shady side of the steep street toward the Puerta del Sol. The shade felt solid and cool as running water. The heat came suddenly as he crossed the intersecting streets. Manuel saw no one he knew in all the people he passed. --------- The undefeated
In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more. It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early. Then the electric lights came on, and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows.
I was never ashamed of the ribbons, though, and sometimes, after the cocktail hour, I would imagine myself having done all the things they had dine to get their medals; but walking home at night through the empty streets with the wind and all the shops closed, trying to keep near the street lights, I knew that I would never have done such things, and I was very much afraid to die, and often lay in bed at night by myself, afraid to die and wondering how l would be when l went back to the front again. --------------------In Another Country
We drove for two hours after it was dark and slept in Menton that night. It seemed very cheerful and clean and sane and lovely. We had driven from ventimiglia to pisa and Florence , across the Romagna to Rimini, back through Forli, Imola, Bologna, Parme, Piacenza and genoa, to ventimiglia again. The whole trip had taken only the days. Naturally, in such a short trip, we had no opportunity to see how things were with the country or the people.
------Che Ti Dice La Patria
Hemingway
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Men without women was a milestone in Hemingway’s career. Fiesta had already established him as a novelist of exceptional power, but with these short stories, his second collection, he showed that it is possible, within the space of a few pages, to recreate a scene with absolute truth, bringing to life details observed only by the eye of a uniquely gifted artist.
Hemingway’s men are bullfighters and boxers, hired hands and hard drinker, gangsters and gunman. Each of their stories deals with masculine toughness unsoftened by woman’s hand. Incisive, hand-edged, pared down to the bare minimum, they are classic Hemingway territory.
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He went down the stairs and out of the door into the hot brightness of the street. It was very hot in the street and the light on the white buildings was sudden and hard on his eyes. He walked down the shady side of the steep street toward the Puerta del Sol. The shade felt solid and cool as running water. The heat came suddenly as he crossed the intersecting streets. Manuel saw no one he knew in all the people he passed. --------- The undefeated
In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any more. It was cold in the fall in Milan and the dark came very early. Then the electric lights came on, and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows.
I was never ashamed of the ribbons, though, and sometimes, after the cocktail hour, I would imagine myself having done all the things they had dine to get their medals; but walking home at night through the empty streets with the wind and all the shops closed, trying to keep near the street lights, I knew that I would never have done such things, and I was very much afraid to die, and often lay in bed at night by myself, afraid to die and wondering how l would be when l went back to the front again. --------------------In Another Country
We drove for two hours after it was dark and slept in Menton that night. It seemed very cheerful and clean and sane and lovely. We had driven from ventimiglia to pisa and Florence , across the Romagna to Rimini, back through Forli, Imola, Bologna, Parme, Piacenza and genoa, to ventimiglia again. The whole trip had taken only the days. Naturally, in such a short trip, we had no opportunity to see how things were with the country or the people.
------Che Ti Dice La Patria
