I finished reading Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises yesterday. Although I had to read it for a literature class, I was really looking forward to it, considering that I’d always liked Hemingway’s prose.
Unfortunately tastes seem to change over the years, and what I once thought nice and concise is now simply boring beyond relief. Read my review of this overrated piece of boredom on allconsuming.net (which by the way is a great way to spend hours and hours just ambling about. Sort of like what Hemingway did; minus the booze. And gun cleaning.)
