Iâ€™ve been re-reading Hemingway lately. And I still donâ€™t get why he is highly praised.
Recently I read a piece on Hemingway by critic Harold Bloom. In it he says that Hemingwayâ€™s power was found in his style: that is: short declarative sentences. Thatâ€™s pretty clear, but why?Â Bloom argues that Hemingwayâ€™s intention was not to write what he wanted his reader to feel and fill in. Said positively, he wanted to create a prose through which the reader could experience the background, the emotional background for which the words were just a â€œsymptomâ€ (my words.) Hemingway did not respect writers who â€œoverwrote,â€ as he called it.
For the reader to use his or her imagination to fill in the subtext—perhaps not even the subtext but the actual story for which the text is only an indication, a pointer to the reality of the narrative (A Clean Well- Lighted Room, one of Hemingwayâ€™s short stories as an example, a story about an old, deaf man in a tavern, which is actually a story about nothingness), for me is intellectually interesting but emotionally vacant. You might argue that nothingness and emptiness are synonymous, so I got it. Maybe.
But I didnâ€™t feel it and I donâ€™t read to engage in a math exercise. I find Hemingway flat.