>see a cute nurse on the Western Front in World War I >get

That's the beauty of Hemingway anon

You have to simultaneously love and hate someone to an immense degree.

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>I believe that basically you write for two people; yourself to try to make it absolutely perfect… Then you write for who you love whether she can read or write or not and whether she is alive or dead.

>>7692210
hemingway was a meme author, and had no discernible talent. he was shitposting, and is literally genre tier fiction. clearly a juvenile author.

>>7692391
lol

>>7692210
>(burp)

nice touch

>>7692210
Do it and whenever you feel guilty have a drink.

>>7692210
>decide you're definitely going to marry this beautiful nurse
Americans everyone. You don't get to "decide" something like that.

>>7692391

what does meme author mean?

>>7693055
"an author I don't like."

>>7692880
>You don't get to "decide" something like that.
you think like a Swede
uncuck yourself

>>7693123
Seems like Hemingway and derivately all the burgers are the real cucks here, friend. Italian master race.
Now go drink and write a novel about it while I entertain your woman.

>>7693070
this anon is a meme author, and has no discernible talent. He is shitposting, and is literally genre tier fiction. clearly a juvenile author.

>>7692880
That is literally how my grandparents met. He went into the nurses station drunk and waving a gun around saying he would kill her if she didnt marry him. They hadnt even seen each other beforehand.

>>7693316
what a guy

>>7693316
There's no difference between US ans IS.

Just finished a farewell to arms enjoyed it much more than I thought I would. Glad to see a Hemingway thread seems like they aren't too common. Any recommendations for which Hemingway to read next? I've read the old man and the sea already also

>>7693817
The Sun Also Rises is considered his best work. His top 5 are all pretty comparable quality-wise though.

>>7693876
This, but also don't forget his short stories.

>>7693876
>>7693938

Both anons know what their shit. Buy his collected short fiction and look into Sun, after that consider For Whom The Bell Tolls, Death in the Afternoon, To Have and Have Not.

>>7693316
A fucking criminal, how sweet.

"A VERY SHORT STORY"
Ernest Hemingway

One hot evening in Padua they carried him up onto the roof and he could look out over the top of the town. There were chimney swifts in the sky. After a while it got dark and the searchlights came out. The others went down and took the bottles with them. He and Luz could hear them below on the balcony. Luz sat on the bed. She was cool and fresh in the hot night.

Luz stayed on night duty for three months. They were glad to let her. When they operated on him she prepared him for the operating table; and they had a joke about friend or enema. He went under the anaesthetic holding tight on to himself so he would not blab about anything during the silly, talky time. After he got on crutches he used to take the temperatures so Luz would not have to get up from the bed. There were only a few patients, and they all knew about it. They all liked Luz. As he walked back along the halls he thought of Luz in his bed.

Before he went back to the front they went into the Duomo and prayed. It was dim and quiet, and there were other people praying. They wanted to get married, but there was not enough time for the banns, and neither of them had birth certificates. They felt as though they were married, but they wanted everyone to know about it, and to make it so they could not lose it.

Luz wrote him many letters that he never got until after the armistice. Fifteen came in a bunch to the front and he sorted them by the dates and read them all straight through. They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.

>>7694115
After the armistice they agreed he should go home to get a job so they might be married. Luz would not come home until he had a good job and could come to New York to meet her. It was understood he would not drink, and he did not want to see his friends or anyone in the States. Only to get a job and be married. On the train from Padua to Milan they quarreled about her not being willing to come home at once. When they had to say good-bye, in the station at Milan, they kissed good-bye, but were not finished with the quarrel. He felt sick about saying good-bye like that.

He went to America on a boat from Genoa. Luz went back to Pordonone to open a hospital. It was lonely and rainy there, and there was a battalion of arditi quartered in the town. Living in the muddy, rainy town in the winter, the major of the battalion made love to Luz, and she had never known Italians before, and finally wrote to the States that theirs had only been a boy and girl affair. She was sorry, and she knew he would probably not be able to understand, but might some day forgive her, and be grateful to her, and she expected, absolutely unexpectedly, to be married in the spring. She loved him as always, but she realized now it was only a boy and girl love. She hoped he would have a great career, and believed in him absolutely. She knew it was for the best.

The major did not marry her in the spring, or any other time. Luz never got an answer to the letter to Chicago about it. A short time after he contracted gonorrhea from a sales girl in a loop department store while riding in a taxicab through Lincoln Park.

>>7694120
>Pordonone
It's Pordenone.