In response to - In response to Deckard. (Who he? Oh, never mind)

 

Indeed, everyone has different perspectives on life, and it is like calculating a perfect time for a thing that happened in space. Well, you can’t do that because time is relative, and so is life, so everyone is true here with their own frame of reference. Absurdity is my perspective. Honestly, I had a different view on life yesterday, but today I have a different one, and tomorrow I’ll have another one. How about I don’t make any choice at the end of the day? Do I have to? So that makes me a confused one, and will I ever find a true view or perspective on life, or is it just gonna change every day? I don’t have an answer to this question, perhaps no one has. When will I get the answer then? …… Gosh, it’s so absurd.

 Ah, that story of yours, very interesting, and wow it goes way back in 1973, so perhaps I’d say you have way more experience in the life department than I have. I was born in 1995. Hmm, that drunk dude would believe that it was a miracle that he got 10 pounds, ah you imagined that he would have believed. What I imagine that perhaps the next day he (soberer) would have thought that oh someone was so generous last night that he/she gave me 10 pounds because it was Christmas.

 “Actually, life ‘is merely what we choose to make of it at the time. It is no one fixed thing.”

Very much indeed, sir, it is you who chose to give him 10. He didn’t choose you and neither would have thought that he’ll get 10 from someone. Definitely, He, too, might, like me, suggest that ‘life is absurd.

At a point, I too started to believe that Hemingway got lucky. He created a brand ‘Hemingway’ and people then read his stuff just because it was written by ‘Hemingway.’ Until I recently watched  Ken Burns’ new documentary on Hemingway. He did create some myths about him, but later he got tired of it too. It's his real-life that is much more fascinating than the myth he had created. Fornutaly I read Hemingway without knowing his background and still, I loved his The sun also rises( pandemic helped too).  Unfortunately in the literary world, you have to do that, at least at the beginning of your career. Many friends of mine have written very profound pieces and poems but only in their diaries, or on the blogs where only 3-4 people read them, and when they thought about getting them published, it was very difficult for a publisher to take the risk, because they weren't famous. Here, good work needs good promotion too.

 Writing in the New Masses, Hemingway's friend John Dos Passos asked: "What's the matter with American writing these days? .... The few unsaid young men of this lost generation will have to look for another way of finding themselves than the one indicated here." Privately he wrote Hemingway an apology for the review.

I wonder what he had written in that apology letter. And I wonder If he was true to his words why does he even had to apologize.  

No amount of analysis can convey the quality of The Sun Also Rises. It is a truly gripping story, told in a lean, hard, athletic narrative prose that puts more literary English to shame. Mr. Hemingway knows how not only to make words be specific but how to arrange a collection of words which shall betray a great deal more than is to be found in the individual parts. It is magnificent writing. —The New York Times review of The Sun Also Rises, 31 October 1926. 🤷

 Oh, you have an entire blog for him, ah, perhaps you are more interested in him than me.

 About the clean and well-lighted place, well, it is one of my fav short stories written by him, and of course, I’ll go with Joyce’s opinion (because who you? ah, never mind). I’m actually thinking about writing a research paper on this short and about the text inconsistency in it.  No, It is not simply a slight take on despair and loneliness and a little more. It has much more, something much deeper, and if I will succeed in writing the research paper I’ll definitely share it with you.

In the end, I admire the fact that you wrote an entire blog for the reply. Appreciate it.