This is a Fictional Friday post, where I review a book (but it might not always be fiction)
Poor Hemingway has a horrible reputation.
It’s true that he can be quite repetitive, a bit slow, and quite repetitive…
However, his Fiesta: The Sun Also Rises rings with the echoes of the first world war. The description of fireworks, if read out of context, could be describing trench warfare. Our protagonist, Jake, spends the time moving from bar to bar and then country to country, getting drunker and failing to become satisfied because how could fishing and bull fighting satisfy a war veteran?