Dawn: A New Sunrise

Ah.  A new day, and a new book to begin blogging furiously about.  I'll be honest with you, the reviews I've been hearing about The Sun Also Rises (by Ernest Hemingway, 1926) from fellow classmates and avid bloggers alike have been unglamorous and leave a slightly acrid taste in my mouth reminiscent of some serious foreboding.  Nevertheless, I approach the novel with an open mind and a light heart.  After all, Hemingway was a raging drunk (something him and I don't have in common), and as Frank Sinatra once said, "Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy.”  And from thus I deduce my impartial take on Hemingway's writing, inattentive to what my nay-saying peers undoubtedly have to say on the topic.  But I digress...


After reading, no dissecting, the first chapter, I can't help but be puzzled as to in which direction the book will be taken.  The first thing I did notice, though, is that this book is old.  The narrator describes a mentally-weak yet physically-strong Jew from New York who can't stand up to the anti-Semitism at Princeton.  But instead of pitying or empathizing the man like any normal twenty-first century person is supposed to do, the narrator portrays Cohn as all the more pathetic for it.  Whatever.  Oh, and also, Cohn is easily manipulated by women a woman who is nice to him.  Like I said, I'm searching for significance among this all.  In the meantime, here's another quote from Hemingway.  And a picture! :]

“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, you know?”

Oh, Ernest, you jokester, you.