more like this

[Anonymous No.9583579]

post more books about manhood/enduring adversities etc

[Anonymous No.9583620]

>>9583579
>manhood

keep reading hemingway then I guess

[Anonymous No.9583641]

So on an historic afternoon in June in Paris in 1929, Hemingway and Callaghan boxed a few rounds with Fitzgerald serving as timekeeper. The second round went on for a long time. Both men began to get tired, Hemingway got careless. Callaghan caught him a good punch and dropped Hemingway on his back. At the next instant Fitzgerald cried out, “Oh, my God! I let the round go four minutes.”

“All right, Scott,” Ernest said. “If you want to see me getting the shit knocked out of me, just say so. Only don’t say you made a mistake.”

According to Callaghan’s estimate, Scott never recovered from that moment. One believes it. Four months later, a cruel and wildly inaccurate story about this episode appeared in the Herald Tribune book section. It was followed by a cable sent collect by Fitzgerald at Hemingway’s insistence. “HAVE SEEN STORY IN HERALD TRIBUNE. ERNEST AND I AWAIT YOUR CORRECTION. SCOTT FITZGERALD.”

Since Callaghan had already written such a letter to the paper, none of the three men could ever forgive each other.

As the vignettes, the memoirs, and the biographies of Hemingway proliferate, Callaghan’s summer in Paris may take on an importance beyond its literary merit, for it offers a fine clue to the logic of Hemingway’s mind, and tempts one to make the prediction that there will be no definitive biography of Hemingway until the nature of his personal torture is better comprehended. It is possible Hemingway lived every day of his life in the style of the suicide. What a great dread is that. It is the dread which sits in the silences of his short declarative sentences. At any instant, by any failure in magic, by a mean defeat, or by a moment of cowardice, Hemingway could be thrust back again into the agonizing demands of his courage. For the life of his talent must have depended on living in a psychic terrain where one must either be brave beyond one’s limit, or sicken closer into a bad illness, or, indeed, by the ultimate logic of the suicide, must advance the hour in which one would make another reconnaissance into one’s death.
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[Anonymous No.9583644]

That may be why Hemingway turned in such fury on Fitzgerald. To be knocked down by a smaller man could only imprison him further into the dread he was forever trying to avoid. Each time his physical vanity suffered a defeat, he would be forced to embark on a new existential gamble with his life. So he would naturally think of Fitzgerald’s little error as an act of treachery, for the result of that extra minute in the second round could only be a new bout of anxiety which would drive his instinct into ever more dangerous situations. Most men find their profoundest passion in looking for a way to escape their private and secret torture. It is not likely that Hemingway was a brave man who sought danger for the sake of the sensations it provided him. What is more likely the truth of his long odyssey is that he struggled with his cowardice and against a secret lust to suicide all of his life, that his inner landscape was a nightmare, and he spent his nights wrestling with the gods. It may even be that the final judgment on his work may come to the notion that what he failed to do was tragic, but what he accomplished was heroic, for it is possible he carried a weight of anxiety within him from day to day which would have suffocated any man smaller than himself. There are two kinds of brave men. Those who are brave by the grace of nature, and those who are brave by an act of will. It is the merit of Callaghan’s long anecdote that the second condition is suggested to be Hemingway’s own.
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[Anonymous No.9583732]

>>9583620
This is the right answer. Even if given by a passive-aggressive beta.
Hemingway has a unique perspective. If you want more of it, no one does it as well.

[Anonymous No.9583744]

Just read Hemingway. He's one of the ultimate men.

[Anonymous No.9583752]

Jack London is an underrated

[Anonymous No.9583791]

>>9583641
>>9583644
Thanks for posting this.

OP, check out more of his short stories. The Snows of Kilimanjaro is a good collection. Hemingway's men are always interesting. They are old and frail and getting drunk in a cafe at night, or dying from gangrene and wrestling with death, or discovering courage on the hunt, or trying haphazardly to be better fathers than their own was to them.
The Sun Also Rises is also very good. It deals with impossible love, which may or may not be your speed (I can't relate to love stories), but in a unique way through the unsurpassable limitations of the characters. Fantastic scenery in France and Spain give a great backdrop.
If you want more Hemingway, there's only one man to read. Not to say he's the only worthwhile writer to deal with these themes, but his take on them, his calm, understated, assumed strength is unique.

>>9583752
True but I wouldn't say they're in the same vein.

[Anonymous No.9583848]

>>9583791
One the great books ive read that is about masculinity and overcoming adversities is Seawolf.

[Anonymous No.9585411]

>>9583848
I loved Call of the Wild and White Fang, so I'll have to check that out.

[Anonymous No.9585879]

oh hi, read:

The Rough Riders
African Game Trails
Through the Brazilian Wilderness

[Anonymous No.9586005]

This one is non-fiction. It is all about masculinity and facing adversity.

[Anonymous No.9586025]

>>9583579
Hemingway is sexist, racist, and kills animals are those traits we want to endure?

[Anonymous No.9586052]

>>9585879
Best president right here.

[Anonymous No.9586077]

>>9585879
All of his essays are great -- one of our few intellectual presidents.

[Anonymous No.9586117]

>>9583752
Furries btfo

[Anonymous No.9586139]

>>9583791
I love The Sun Also Rises so much. One of my top 3 books. The fishing trip to Spain gave me a new respect for spending time in nature. Now I fantasize about reading books in the woods, but of course I'm not rich enough to do something so extravagant!

[Anonymous No.9586157]

Unrelated Hemingway question. When in The Sun Also Rises are you supposed to infer that the MC got his dick blown off? It's obvious that something is wrong with him but it's never clear that it's his dongus.

[Anonymous No.9586810]

>>9586157
dunno desu, i thought he just had too much ptsd to get hard or ever feeling in love anymore, but i guess i was just projecting my self

[Anonymous No.9587335]

I really want to like Hemingway, but his suicide really undermines his masculinity and willpower in my mind.
Anyone else feel similarly?

[Anonymous No.9587340]

>>9583579
>post more books about manhood/enduring adversities etc

[Anonymous No.9587397]

>>9587335
a real man does what he wants to do when he wants to do it how he wants to. Hemingway died when and how he wanted. Waiting around and hoping to have some random ez mode death when you're some frail as fuck pathetic old fuck is for cowards.

[Anonymous No.9587414]

>>9586139
That chapter is beautiful, one of my all-time favorites. I'm a sucker for nature and isolation. It was like a condensed concentrated Walden. You should try reading in the woods sometimes, it feels good to be away from technology and busybees and worry.
The vivid Spain-France border with the white path going over the hill is also stuck in my mind.

[Anonymous No.9587424]

>>9587335
Suicide is the ultimate demonstration of free will provided you aren't a loser with a pathetic life

[Anonymous No.9587429]

>>9583641
>>9583644
I fucking hate inept biographers so much. Always so pretentious and fancy themselves such brilliant and deep psychologists, but the more they vomit out their flowery effusings, the more it becomes apparent that in terms of actually understanding what goes on in other people's heads besides their own they've never come closer than "If they're smiling they're happy and if liquid is coming out of their eyes they're probably hurt"

Yes I know that's Norman Mailer writing this by the way. I object to the inept way he writes about the mind of someone he's never met just to show how well he can write and what pretty, noble concepts he can come up with.

[Anonymous No.9587445]

>>9586157
It's implied early I think, in vague terms like "he couldn't do the job with Brett due to his accident". Or maybe his traveler bro teases him about it. But I believe Hemingway kept it hazy to impose a part physical, part emotional limitation on his war-affected characters. Brett fucks all the time and is never satisfied and can't get what she wants from men. Jake can't fuck and can't get intimate and can't lower his defenses and can't get over Brett. There's a body-mind overlap in their deficiencies.
Also Robert Cohn is a cunt.

[Anonymous No.9587471]

Orson Welles on Hemingway

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NyTi9v9QPxE

when men were men, this interview would never even be aired today. he's probably be sued by snowflakes and beta providers

[Anonymous No.9587889]

I have read: Sun Also Rises, Green Hills of Africa, A Moveable Feast, The Old Man and the Sea, and the Hemingway Short Stories book. Which Hemingway should I go for next?

I enjoyed Green Hills or A Moveable Feast the most so far.