The Sun Also Rises

"One  generation passeth away, and another generation cometh; but the earth abideth forever....The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to the place where he arose....The wind goeth toward the south, and turneth about unto the north; it whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits....All the rivers run into the the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come; thither they return again."

Ecclesiastes 1: 3-7

So tonight I finished The Sun Also Rises.  I finished it with wine, which is the right way to finish a Hemingway  novel set in Spain, Italy, or France.  You can finish Steinbeck and Faulkner novels with whiskey, but Hemingway deserves something a little special. 

This is one of the great "lost generation" novels of the 1920's.  Right up there with Great Gatsby and This Side of Paradise.  It is written from the perspective of a wounded American WWI vet that is a journalist in Paris.  He goes on a trip with a bunch of friends to Spain where he goes fishing in the Pyrenees and winds up at a fiesta/bullfight in Pamplona.  They also drink and party, a lot.  It reads like a longer, more interesting Panama City spring break tale from the old college days.   I read a little about the history behind it.  He wrote it when he was 26 years old, after actually going to the real festival of St. Fermin, that is the plot is based on.  The actual people he went there with have similar names or backgrounds to the characters.  Like anyway Hemingway novel, the plot is relatively simple, but it is done right and real, to the point you know what it would be like to stand there and watch.

I am definitely not the first one to do it, but whenever I read one of the "Lost Generation" novels, I can't help but draw parallels between the young adults of the 1920's and my generation.  At the turn of the twentieth century, the world was supposed to get better, and better, forever. We were supposed to have gotten rid of all the barberry of the past.  Technology and innovation would lead us to an ever prospering  future.  This illusion was thrust upon the youth, just to have the butchery of WWI, the decadence of the 1920's, and finally the crush of the Great Depression, destroy the fairy tale they had been told to believe.  As with my generation in the late 1990's, we came of age in a world that was going to be made forever better by technology and the Internet.  I was taught in college that we had developed such a sophisticated system of economic controls, that we would never have another severe recession.  Fannie Mae was going to give us 100% home ownership.  Our nation could never be challenged militarily and the future would be peaceful because of it.  The EU was a brilliant model of the future.  I believed every bit of it, and now I realize that it all had been a huge lie.  It came crashing down on 9/11 and has pretty much not stopped since.  Just to take a look at where we are now,  assuming that a child becomes aware of their world around the age of five or so, you have to find a seventeen year old American or older to tell you what it is like to live in a nation that is not at war.  You have to find a ten year old to tell you what it is like to turn on the TV and not hear the word recession or high unemployment.  Anyway, it sucks and it would be nice if you could make it not effect you, but you can't.  It seems all the more worse because we knew it at a time when it was supposed to be right.  In the end though, I guess you have to approach it like Romero, the bullfighter in the novel.  Take something that is violent and awful and horrible to look at, and find a way to do it in a way that is right and beautiful, despite it all.  And in the real end, you have to look to the verses from Ecclesiastes that are in the novel's introduction.  I guess Ecclesiastes can probably answer a lot of angst.           

So, this was really my last major Hemingway novel left.  I try to read only one a year, it isn't like they are making more of them.  There are still several of the less popular works out there and I'll dig them up somewhere.  I really should be okay for a while anyway.