Hemingway Best Novels & Stories

“Okay, who is that person?” “Hemmingway. He is noted both for the intense masculinity of his writing and for his adventurous and widely publicized life. His succinct and lucid prose style exerted a powerful influence on American and British fiction in the 20th century. One of his famous book is The Old Man and the Sea—a novella written himself.” While I am continuously answering his question, I found his gaze and saw him staring intently at me as he waited for my next words. I bit my tongue, already distracted on the way he look at me so I look on my right only to see Rael, Nathan and Levi looking so proud at me. I lick my lower lip one more time as I continue what I was about to say earlier

“Ignore me. Go on.” I hadn’t been speaking, but it was obvious enough he was referring to our earlier conversation. I wasn’t entirely fond of Hemingway, but of the authors I had been forced to read so far, so I could sound like I had any idea what I was talking about, he was the one I hated the least. “I like him because we have our time in the military in common,” I said finally. Ryden nodded but didn’t say anything else for a few minutes, staring at the pasta like it held the secret to world peace. “What was it like?”

She asked. “Um, this…” I shrugged as I popped the top and took a sip. Ahh, that hits the spot. That tart and crisp, like an apple, and with a sweeter, berry-like aftertaste dancing on my tongue. Nothing like it in the world, and I haven’t found anything that tastes better either. I don’t share that shit with anyone. I hoard my Guaraná Antarctica. “Um… my last can of Guaraná Antarctica.” I hesitantly answered.

Because to do so, would be to possibly acknowledge an act—acts, plural—that were unspeakable, atrocious, and a deception of the highest magnitude. He pushed those thoughts from his mind and tried to give more focus to the older man currently pacing the front of the room excitedly. “Ernest Hemingway wrote many cherished novels, but I’d like you all to focus on his work titled The old man and the sea. Over the next week,” explained the jovial Dr. Pike, his crinkly blue eyes alight, “I want you to read it. But not just see the words, feel the words. Allow them to soak into your bones. Only then will you be able to gain an understanding of the undertones of a simple tale of fishing, and an older