#39 A Farewell to Arms (among other things)

Oh Hemingway, how you cheer me up, with your medically and anatomically correct descriptions of battlefield wounds. As a critique of the time this book delivers over and over again, a dark little work of fiction (or not, depending on your perspective I suppose). The dialogue heavy style lends an almost hypnotic quality to the reading, and a strong sense of being a fly on the wall to private events. After I was done I had the urge to just give him a hug (he obviously needed one) but likely he would have spit on my shoes. Er... metaphorically speaking of course.

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