The Sun Also Rises

On another wet and windy day I finished reading Ernest Hemingway’s first novel from 1926, originally published in UK as “Fiesta”, a title soon finalised as above, taken from “One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth for ever. The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.” (Ecclesiastes), reflecting the author’s following the theme of the post-first World War generation, believed to have been lost.

We are abruptly introduced to the author spare, journalistic, style in the convincing dialogue of Book One, focussing on the main protagonists’ relationships.

As usual I won’t give away details, and could not match the many more scholarly reviews of this classic from a future Nobel prizewinner.

Certainly it is clear that the gang taking a trip across France and Spain to witness the fiesta and accompanying bull-fights, behaved as if in a drunken mire. Hemingway, it seems, believed that they were not lost.

We soon learn that he is capable of pared-down, unpoetic description of location, landscape, action, and emotions. He is well able to depict ambivalent characterisation.

The writing continues at a good pace as, eschewing adjectives, he varies his sentence lengths with no loss of fluidity.

Full enjoyment of this work probably requires an appreciation of people having badly and the now controversial sport of bullfighting.

My version is contained in The Essential Hemingway, published in 1964, which also carries a bus ticket, probably from the 1950s.

My penchant for leaving bookmarks in my reading material is described in


  1. I read this when I was in high school. I don’t think it was actually required reading. I just decided to get some Hemingway under my belt, as it were.

    Funny about bookmarks. I tend to use the same bookmark until it nearly crumbles in my hand after being used in who knows how many books.

  2. One reason I love thumbing through books in second-hand bookstores is because of the bookmarks I find. They range from torn envelope ends to embossed leather. Once, I found a $20 bill. There was only one thing to do with that one — I bought another book.

  3. Derrick, I was concerned about not hearing from you and just discovered that, for some reason(s), your posts are no longer showing up in my feeds. Perhaps, I need to re-follow you.

  4. Sounds like you’re having the same wretched weather as we are.
    I’m glad you included a link to the 2012 post, I always find the way people book mark pages interesting, except for those who insist on turning in the corners of pages.

    1. That doesn’t surprise me, which is why I put that warning paragraph in. Thanks very much, Liz

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