![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “See on the back where they come out.” Above the small of the back were the same two scars, raised as thick as a finger. He pulled up the undershirt onto his chest and stood, his chest black, and big stomach muscles bulging under the light.īelow the line where his ribs stopped were two raised white welts. The count stood up, unbuttoned his vest, and opened his shirt. Sometimes I would take margin notes and sometimes I wouldn’t, leaving me a little confused, now, as I look over the same dog-eared paperback copy, of underlined passages like the following conversation between Jake Barnes, Brett Ashley, and the count: I would dutifully underline the passages the professor read aloud. But I took this class during springtime in Kentucky, which is long and warm, and I would read the book on the largest campus lawn and then shuffle into class with grass stains on my skirt (we had to wear skirts) and listen to my favorite professor tell me what critics had to say about Hemingway’s biography, his writing style, his personal politics, his views on women and Jews. I don’t know if such survey courses even exist anymore, or if Hemingway is still taught to our undergraduates. I first read The Sun Also Rises in college, in a survey course of the American Novel. ![]()
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