In high school, I had the good fortune to visit the Soviet Union. One day, we had the opportunity to meet with students our age, and I asked my partner if she had any favorite American authors. She said Hemingway, and I had to admit that I hadn’t read anything by him. When I returned to the United States, I picked up The Old Man and the Sea and The Sun Also Rises and liked neither of them. I believe my Twitter-ready reviews (I was ready though Twitter wasn’t around then) were something akin to, “He keeps chasing the damn fish” and “They go from place to place to drink.”
I have since had occasion to re-read The Old Man and the Sea and to use it in the classroom. While I still don’t love it, I recognize more of its depth. Though Hemingway’s biography can be useful at times, that book can stand on its own.
I picked up The Sun Also Rises again because I was trying to get in the mood to see Pamplona, a one-person show based on the life of Hemingway. While I still recognized the reason for my teenage comment about drinking, I was able to appreciate it more this time. I know more now – about Hemingway, about the Lost Generation, about World War I – and I think such things are important if not essential for this novel. While Hemingway’s style is easily caricatured, I saw its elegance even necessity this time through. I still don’t think I could teach this book. I am more of a fan of A Farewell to Arms.
As for the play, I thought Stacy Keach was excellent. You see a man nearing the end of his career, his life (two names for the same thing in Hemingway’s case?) and struggling with what got him to this point and foreshadowing the end which most of the audience seemed to know. I was disappointed only with the script. The attempts at humor – and I recognized the necessity for them – tended to be feeble, sophomoric. The dramatic intensity was breathtaking. (In certain ways, I was reminded of Mickey Rourke’s performance in The Wrestler.) It was not just the humor that fell flat. Perhaps it was because I didn’t expect it, but I was disappointed that the author, Jim McGrath, sought to turn the play into an opportunity to explore Hemingway’s whole life. Hemingway lived too much life to compress it into 80 or so minutes, and so some of the play had a kind of greatest hits feel to it. There was enough going on near the end of his life that McGrath could have made it more specific to that time. That’s not to say that some biography wouldn’t have been necessary; McGrath just didn’t need to hit everything.
The one joke that did make me laugh out loud was not McGrath’s but one he was wise enough to quote and has to do with The Sun Also Rises. The woman who was the source for Brett was angry as were some of their mutual friends. Hemingway apparently tried to defend his portrayals by saying that the group didn’t know who they were. Her response: “We know who we are; we’re the ones who used to be your friends.”