I also like Che Te Dice La Patria? What a lovely, ambling, weird, snapshot it was. I am most interested in the man and woman sitting in the restaurant in the suburb outside of Genoa, where it was so cold they could see each other's breath. Was the woman the only one mourning? It only talks about her wearing black and looking sad, not the man. Is the man a guardian, a chauffeur, or a fellow mourner, but not as openly? I'm beginning to feel some weight behind Juliette's idea that the title of this collection is not random. There seems to be a lot of emphasis on the distinctions between men and women, especially emotional and even more especially with respect to life and death.
Does anyone know if Hemingway had a particular audience when he originally wrote this stuff? Who read this? And was it liked?
BOOK CLUB POLL - Your thoughts on people talking loudly and nasally in cafes:
Disdainful
Shocked
Queasy
Indifferent
(Circle one with your finger, then pour water on someone talking loudly and nasally next to you in a cafe).
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Queasy
indifferent.
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