Book #1 in my year of
Hemingway is complete,
although I probably should have worked my way up to this title instead of
starting with it. Biographical info on
Papa H. tells me that this book is based on Hemingway’s own experience in the Italian campaigns during WWI. It was during this time that he met
and fell in love with a nurse named Agnes. I suspect she may be the subject in question
in The Paris Wife, the novel that initiated this whole project. I figured I needed to understand Hemingway and his thirst for love, danger, as well as his addiction to heartbreak and pain in order to understand
Farewell follows the war career of expat,
serving in the ambulance corps of the Italian army. The novel is broken into five books – five long
chapters? five novellas? Call them what you like. The first
section covers Fredric’s army career including being wounded by a mortar
shell. In a Frederic Henry hospital, he meets and gets a little
frisky with his nurse, Milan Catherine. The remaining chapters take us through their relationship
– the calms and the storms all leading to a devastating end.
You can always count on the happy times in a
novel to exist just a beat away from great sorrow. Maybe I’m going about this all wrong, Maybe I
should be reading a solid Hemingway biography,
rather than reading his novels. I am not
sorry I read this book, but doing so made me wonder who the Hemingway’s
of today are. Over the years, I have
demoted myself to reading works that hover near the equator between literary and
pop. I have enjoyed both, but returning
to more classic works occasionally cement for me how terrifying and inspiring the
written word can be.
What's next? I haven't picked anything out yet, but I am two Chet and Bernie books behind so that may be a good place to start.
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