The Torrents of Spring
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Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway did more to change the style of English prose than any other writer of his time. Publication of The Sun Also Rises and A Farewell to Arms immediately established Hemingway as one of the greatest literary lights of the twentieth century. His classic novel The Old Man and the Sea won the Pulitzer Prize in 1953. Hemingway was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1954. His life and accomplishments are explored in-depth in the PBS documentary film from Ken Burns and Lynn Novick, Hemingway. Known for his larger-than-life personality and his passions for bullfighting, fishing, and big-game hunting, he died in Ketchum, Idaho on July 2, 1961.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I need to read more of the British and American literature of the times to understand the burlesque nature of this work. Looks like I will have to re-read this one at a later date.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5I heard this book was written as a satire of the style at the time. I’ve also heard that Hemingway wrote it to fulfill a contract with a publisher he didn’t want to work with anymore. I’m not sure what all is truth, but the end result isn’t great. The book is short, but still manages to feel disjointed. Its main focus is a man who loses his wife and then marries a waitress. There’s not much meat to the story and it wasn’t memorable in any way. Taken in the context of when it was written, I'm sure there's stylistic elements to be admired, but it hasn't stood up well with age for the general public.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Hemingway's first novel. This is Hemingway publicly mocking his friend and mentor, Sherwood Anderson. It is a harsh thing to insult the person to which you owe your first publishing deal, as well as much of your writing style, but if you have read much of the biographical material on Hemingway, you will know that he was a hugely selfish and egotistical person. It's all very humdrum, but, in fleeting moments, it's Hemingway's version of humdrum.
- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5While there are a few amusing moments in Hemingway's first novel — particularly in the Author's Notes, where Hemingway speaks directly to the reader, namedropping authors he's lunched with, asking how the readers are enjoying the book, and even offering to read or rewrite anything they care to bring him — for the most part this parody fell flat for me.Perhaps it was the unfamiliarity with Sherwood Anderson's Dark Laughter and the Chicago school in general, but for the most part I can't help but think that the majority of it just missed its target with me.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Hemingway's first novel is rioutously funny; it runs quick and loose with a wit that he rarely displayed afterwards. A man's wife is late home - two minutes late - and suspecting her lost, he goes in search of her. Throughout his minor odyssey, he meets wild and unique characters; Hemingway himself narrates the writing of the story, pausing occasionally to ask if it is sufficiently enjoyable.
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The Torrents of Spring - Ernest Hemingway
PART ONE
Red and Black Laughter
The only source of the true Ridiculous (as it appears to me) is affectation.
HENRY FIELDING
CHAPTER ONE
YOGI JOHNSON STOOD looking out of the window of a big pump factory in Michigan. Spring would soon be here. Could it be that what this writing fellow Hutchinson had said, If winter comes can spring be far behind?
would be true again this year? Yogi Johnson wondered. Near Yogi at the next window but one stood Scripps O’Neil, a tall, lean man with a tall, lean face. Both stood and looked out at the empty yard of the pumpfactory. Snow covered the crated pumps that would soon be shipped away. Once the spring should come and the snow melt, workmen from the factory would break out the pumps from piles where they were snowed in and haul them down to the G. R. & I. station, where they would be loaded on flatcars and shipped away. Yogi Johnson looked out of the window at the snowedin pumps, and his breath made little fairy tracings on the cold windowpane. Yogi Johnson thought of Paris. Perhaps it was the little fairy tracings that reminded him of the gay city where he had once spent two weeks. Two weeks that were to have been the happiest weeks of his life. That was all behind him now. That and everything else.
Scripps O’Neil had two wives. As he looked out of the window, standing tall and lean and resilient with his own tenuous hardness, he thought of both of them. One lived in Mancelona and the other lived in Petoskey. He had not seen the wife who lived in Mancelona since last spring. He looked out at the snowcovered pumpyards and thought what spring would mean. With his wife in Mancelona Scripps often got drunk. When he was drunk he and his wife were happy. They would go down together to the railway station and walk out along the tracks, and then sit together and drink and watch the trains go by. They would sit under a pinetree on a little hill that overlooked the railway and drink. Sometimes they drank all night. Sometimes they drank for a week at a time. It did them good. It made Scripps strong.
Scripps had a daughter whom he playfully called Lousy O’Neil. Her real name was Lucy O’Neil. One night, after Scripps and his old woman had been out drinking on the railroad line for three or four days, he lost his wife. He didn’t know where she was. When he came to himself everything was dark. He walked along the railroad track toward town. The ties were stiff and hard under his feet. He tried walking on the rails. He couldn’t do it. He had the dope on that all right. He went back to walking along the ties. It was a long way into town. Finally he came to where he could see the lights of the switchyard. He cut away from the tracks and passed the Mancelona High School. It was a yellowbrick building. There was nothing rococo about it, like the buildings he had seen in Paris. No, he had never been in Paris. That was not he. That was his friend Yogi Johnson.
Yogi Johnson looked out of the window. Soon it would be time to shut the pumpfactory for the night. He opened the window carefully, just a crack. Just a crack, but that was enough. Outside in the yard the snow had begun to melt. A warm breeze was blowing. A chinook wind the pump fellows called it. The warm chinook wind came in through the window into the pumpfactory. All the workmen laid down their tools. Many of them were Indians.
The foreman was a short, ironjawed man. He had once made a trip as far as Duluth. Duluth was far across the blue waters of the lake in the hills of Minnesota. A wonderful thing had happened to him there.
The foreman put his finger in his mouth to moisten it and held it up in the air. He felt the warm breeze on his finger. He shook his head ruefully and smiled at the men, a little grimly perhaps.
Well, it’s a regular chinook, boys,
he said.
Silently for the most part, the workmen hung up their tools. The halfcompleted pumps were put away in their racks. The workmen filed, some of them talking, others silent, a few muttering, to the washroom to wash up.
Outside through the window came the sound of an Indian warwhoop.
CHAPTER TWO
SCRIPPS O’NEIL STOOD outside the Mancelona High School looking up at the lighted windows. It was dark and the snow was falling. It had been falling ever since Scripps could remember. A passerby stopped and stared at Scripps. After all, what was this man to him? He went on.
Scripps stood in the snow and stared up at the lighted windows of the High School. Inside there people were learning things. Far into the night they worked, the boys vying with the girls in their search for knowledge, this urge for the learning of things that was sweeping America. His girl, little Lousy, a girl that had cost him a cool seventyfive dollars in doctors’ bills, was in there learning. Scripps was proud. It was too late for him to learn, but there, day after day and night after night, Lousy was learning. She had the stuff in her, that girl.
Scripps went on up to his house. It was not a big house, but it wasn’t size that mattered to Scripps’s old woman.
Scripps,
she often said when they were drinking together, I don’t want a palace. All I want is a place to keep the wind out.
Scripps had taken her at her word. Now, as he walked in the late evening through the snow and saw the lights of his own home, he felt glad that he had taken her at her word. It was better this way than if he were coming home to a palace. He, Scripps, was not the sort of chap that wanted a palace.
He opened the door of his house and went in. Something kept going through his head. He tried to get it out, but it was no good. What was it that poet chap his friend Harry Parker had met once in Detroit had written? Harry used to recite it: Through pleasures and palaces though I may roam. When you something something something there’s no place like home.
He could not remember the words. Not all of them. He had written a simple tune to it