The Telling of It Like It Is

For many reasons, Hemingway was the man. Recently, I read one of his more famous stories, called "Hills Like White Elephants." I have to say, (and by "have to say" I don't mean that there is anyone with a gun to my head forcing me) that I was absolutely blown away. His style is completely captivating. The dialogue in this little story is enough to make you beg for more information. It is bare enough to keep the reader guessing at almost all times. I usually don't really like a minimalist style, as the brevity of it makes me uncomfortable. I am a somewhat preschool-esque reader. I like to be told what to feel at almost all times in a story, and if I'm not, I usually get confused and have to ask another person what has just happened. To quote my Lit teacher I'm one to "always go for the connection," in any story that I read. But "Hills" was definitely not a story like any other, mostly because, well, you know, Hemingway and all. He uses his dialogue in a totally different way, allowing the reader's mind to take control and find its way on its own. Any tale told by Hemingway is deep, and this one is no exception. I don't want to ruin the ending, but I know that it will surprise you as much as it did me. My next undertaking by Hemingway is hopefully "David Copperfield." It's the only book I own that I haven't at least attempted to read. Anyways, read up! I'll see you next time, sailors!