I was so wrong. The last E. Hemingway book that I read, The Nick Adams Stories, was the better of the Hemingway novels I undertook to read. My latest foray into mind numbing, plotless, imagery smothered nothingness was with the novel Islands in the Stream. I felt confident that Mr. Hemingway could only get better as a writer. Oh how I was wrong.
The plot was about......hmmmm...was there a plot? The character! Yes I'm sure there is something redeeming that I learned about the character in the first 150 pages. Oh wait. There wasn't.
And then there was a fish. A forty page long fish. A forty page long fish with a cycle of events that seemed to be on repeat. Oh the agony of it!
Needless to say I did not finish this book. I have not seen torture as a course requirement in the syllabus for English Lit, so I can not bring myself to pick up its most hated pages and again submit myself to mind numbing anguish and pain.
If anyone would like to relieve me of the agony of having this, or any, Hemingway novel in my house you need only ask and it is yours!
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