02-17-2007 09:45 AM
Seattleslew wroteome people have trouble with Hemingway, and many literary writers, because they are used to people like Grisham or Stephen King who make it so easy for readers and TELL them everything instead of the literary manner -- e.g. RENDERING. The dramatic manner -- rendering -- forces readers to actually do the work of reading.
SeSl...would you mind expounding on what you mean by rendering. I understand how you mean but I'd like to hear more about what you actually see in that word.
02-17-2007 11:20 AM
The leaves are like Hemingway's writing; each leaf self-contained and declarative like the sentences that create his stories. They block the light in ever changing ways as they move gently in the breeze. The shadows are small openings into the great beyond of Hemingway's darkness. As we peer into these little windows searching for clues, we see only shadowy suggestions of his meaning before the breeze moves and closes them. Sometimes they bring a vague, uncomfortableness that we can't quite recognize. The old man in the cafe (like Hemingway) is on the darkened side in the shadows, looking toward the light that is obstructed by the leaves.
A very beautiful and powerful description. Love your writing here: "each leaf self-contained and declarative like the sentences that create his stories". The way the leaves sway and reveal and conceal and darkness beyond is very poetic and moving. I am going to reread the story just to look at the leaf references. I wonder what Hemmingway's attitude toward nature was also. You inspired me; I'll be back to comment. Thanks for these images...
03-19-2007 12:06 PM
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03-26-2007 11:35 AM
In ACWLP there is no light side of things. This story is modern and follows modern themes in which darkness is overwhelming and a light side is hard to find.
03-26-2007 08:05 PM
The only light side would possibly be the younger waiter in the cafe. He represents the youthfulness that the old man once had.
03-27-2007 10:49 PM
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03-28-2007 01:51 PM
In ACWLP Hemingway describes obvious dark areas (bodegas) and the obvious middle ground (the café) where the characters are wary about going or are entirely apposed to going, but where if at all, is the light side of things?
The light side of things is the daytime, which the old man avoids entirely.
03-28-2007 03:05 PM
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02-10-2007 12:41 AM - edited 02-10-2007 12:41 AM
zman wrote: In this story, the characterizations of the old drunk and the two waiters imply vast and varied histories, but we only hear a few notes of those histories - we see only a bit of a rich landscape through a tiny window.
For me it is different. In the description of light/shadow in one tiny sentence/stroke/moment I see all warm evenings in Cuba or Greece or South America, I see all husbands wanting to go to bed, the whole ungraspable pastorale...and that is the beauty, the total opening into it All through the minimal situation of Now.
The whole universe in the grain of sand that's what he is for me.
Message Edited by ziki on 02-10-200706:42 AM
08-20-2007 01:07 AM
clubs and bars offer an opportunity for instant gratification and false happiness.
it seems as if in some cases these establishments attract people that are trying to escape certain aspects of their lives and find temporary relief as opposed to coming to terms with reality.
the character seems to be profoundly depressed and resorts to drinking at "a clean well lighted place" because he is afraid to be alone with his own thoughts. the darkness, the silence (his deafness), his alcoholic tendencies, and the lonliness have driven him to suicide before. he depends on his alcoholism and staying at cafes until late in the night to (ironically) stay alive.
by the end of the story, this person is so fearful/ addicted/ troubled, that he thinks he has insomnia... he doesnt even realize that he is suicidal and an alcoholic.
he doesn't seek help and help isn't offered. society takes no pity on him. men cannot and should not be weak--if you have a problem keep it to yourself, suck it up wussy.
i love this story. it takes these classic symbols in our culture and turns them upside down to make you see "this is how it was or is and it doesnt have to be this way."