“Prose is architecture, not interior decoration, and the Baroque is over.”
– Ernest Hemingway
At best, I’m ambivalent about Hemingway. The awesome, booze-soaked Parisian meanderings aside, dude had some serious issues.
I read The Sun Also Rises, and Did. Not. Get. It.
I remember my English teacher, Ms. Stubbs, asking me, “You knew he was impotent, right?” while I was giving a book report. In the middle of the report.
I was a Sophomore in high school. No, I didn’t know he was impotent, and, no, I didn’t know what impotent meant, really. I just knew he was sort of sad because he didn’t think he was worthy – a feeling I was intimate with.
I bet I’d get more out of it if I read it as an adult, but I’m not really interested. Even if Hemingway did Basque tourism a favor by putting The Running of the Bulls on the map.
Anyway, great quote, eh?