This is the first Hemingway book I have ever read (and a very short one at that) and I love it.
Some books are fantastic because they are saturated in information and culture and metaphors and teeming with characters and misdemeanours and passion. Then some books have that fragility, that suave simplicity such as, for example, 'The Old Man and the Sea'.
That rhymed.
I found that I relished every sentence of this book and it never got tedious because it was a short read. The mellifluous injection of Spanish words here and there also had a good effect (and reminded me I need to brush up on my Spanish).
The Old Man was nameless and so was the Boy. Everything that mattered was nameless. Was it the Old Man who caught the fish or the fish that caught the Old Man?
The metaphors never cease.
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