Sun also rises how many pages

This question contains spoilers John Bailey One has to understand the milieu of the book. At the time of publication in , the idea of people going off to drink, carouse and have sex was shoc …more One has to understand the milieu of the book.

At the time of publication in , the idea of people going off to drink, carouse and have sex was shocking to Calvin Coolidge's America, where alcohol prohibition was the law of the land. Europe didn't have the puritan ethic, nor the hangups about sex and alcohol consumption America had. Hemingway, who'd spent the previous 5 years in Europe, was bringing a completely different ethos to American readers.

Shocking sells. From then on, most of his heros are hard drinkers, and indeed inspired many Americans to become hard drinkers. All the film noir heroes of the 40s are hard drinkers-- all inspired by Hemingway, and much to the detriment of our society, with alcoholism running rampant from people's search for the romanticism of the bottle.

That said, Hemingway's style was the real selling point, and still is. He pared down his prose to the limit. There's not an unneeded adjective in the book, nor any interior monologues. It was something he learned as a newspaper writer for the Kansas City Star.

When this book first hit the shelves, it was something brand new in literature, and writing was never the same again. Jennifer Hemingway is generally not appropriate for 12 year olds, no. Not just the subject matter, but also the writing style is not something I feel like a 12 …more Hemingway is generally not appropriate for 12 year olds, no.

Not just the subject matter, but also the writing style is not something I feel like a 12 year old would really enjoy. See all 18 questions about The Sun Also Rises…. Lists with This Book. Community Reviews. Showing Average rating 3. Rating details. More filters. Sort order. Start your review of The Sun Also Rises. I was sitting on the patio of a bar in Key West Florida.

It was August, it was hot. The bar was on the beach where there was lots of sand and water. In the water I saw dolphins and waves. The dolphins jumped and the waves waved. My glass was empty. The waiter walked up to my table. Just some ice water please. He put an empty glass in fr I was sitting on the patio of a bar in Key West Florida. He put an empty glass in front of me, tipped his picture of water over my glass until it was full, at that time he stopped pouring.

It was cold. I set it back down on the table. A cat ran by, it was fast. It was orange. Hemingway, how could I not? You tend to repeat yourself constantly, it must be all the absinthe….. Manuel walked away towards the kitchen. On the bright side, I think it did wonders for my blood pressure. Dressed in worn khaki shorts and a Hawaiian shirt with one too many colors, he stood there at my table and squinted at me, sweat rolling down the sides of his red face and into his gray beard.

It was hot. He set his drink down on the table, hard, and pulled out a chair and sat down. He put his right hand out to shake mine. I stared at it for a while then took it. Absinthe lives up to it's reputation. My head was hard. And you….. He sat the glasses in front of us and went about the task of opening the bottle.

I hope champagne helps things normalize. I picked up the glass and drank. It was bubbly and cold. No big payoff to make the boring book worth my time. Sorry you hated it. I must bathe first. One cannot dine without bathing first, as you know, so you will have to wait until I bathe.

I must bathe. We swayed to our feet, Ernest took my arm, we steadied ourselves and stumbled off into the sunset. Also reviewed on shelfinflicted View all comments. Nina My sentiments exactly! What I learned from this book in no particular order : 1.

Jews are stubborn. Being a Jew in Princeton sucks. Being impotent sucks, especially if you are in love with a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman is built with curves like the hull of a racing boat. Women make swell friends.

The best way to work out existential angst is to drink your way through France and Spain. The Left Bank sucks.

Being an expat sucks. Spain sucks, except for the bullfighting. Bullfights are swell. Nobody ever lives their life all the way up except bullfighters.

Bulls have no balls. People who run with the bulls are suckers. Other Random Observations No. Too tight to count. Did you see my nose? After a while, your eyes start to glaze and your attention wanders: you begin to take in the Belle Epogue interior, the cute waiter, the way the afternoon sun casts interesting patterns on the white tablecloth anything that is more interesting than the dull main narrative.

Why is everyone so desperately in love with her? They told me that her former husband slept with a gun under his pillow, but who is she really? And I wish that everyone would stop whining and being glib for a while so that they can tell me more about that wonderful Basque country. But no, they always return to these tedious, unaffecting love triangles.

You guys are the Lost Generation indeed. Aug 22, Matt rated it liked it Shelves: classic-novels. Oh, to have been Ernest Hemingway.

Except for the whole shotgun thing. He was a man, back when that meant something. Whatever that means. He had it all: a haunted past; functional alcoholism; a way with words; a way with women; and one hell of a beard. I mean, this was the guy who could measure F.

Scott Fitzgerald's penis without anyone batting an eye. He was just that cool. I love Hemingway. You might have guessed that, but let's make it clear off the bat. For Whom the Bell Tolls is in my top five all-time fave books there's nothing better than a literary novel about blowing up a bridge. The Old Man and the Sea is a fever dream.

A Farewell Arms is one of the most exquisitively depressing things I've ever read. Despite my high expectations, The Sun Also Rises does not "rise" get it? Or maybe I'm an idiot. It's possible. This book is supposedly one of his masterpieces - if not his magnum opus.

I thought it was - gulp - kinda boring. Generally, I attempt to avoid using the word "boring" in a review. It's a broad, vague, and diluted descriptor; a subjective one-off that doesn't tell you anything. Its use is better suited for a bitter 10th grader's five-paragraph theme, turned in on the last day of school after that tenth grader skimmed twenty pages, read the Cliffs Notes version, and stayed up all night typing with two fingers. I try to hold my Goodreads reviews to a slightly higher standard the standard of an 11th grader who is taking summer school classes to get a jump on senior year.

Really, though, that was my impression: boring. Of course, I didn't read this while lapping sangria in Madrid, which I've heard will heighten this novel's overall effect. He was wounded in World War I and is now impotent. He is in love with Ashley, who is a What did they call sluts in the early 20th Century? Because that's sort of what she is, though she has a tender place in her heart for Jake, to whom she keeps returning. Jake is a journalist, apparently haunted by the war, and he spends his time drinking in Paris.

There's also a guy named Robert Cohn, a former boxer, who's also in love with Ashley. Bill and Mike also hang around; Mike was originally in a relationship with Ashley, before he lost her to Cohn, who in turn loses her to a Spanish bullfighter.

The plot, as it is, involves a bunch of drinking in Paris. Jake drinks a lot, stumbles home, then drinks some more before falling asleep.

The drinking and stumbling home reminds me of my own life, which is worth at least one star. Jake eventually takes the train to Spain to do some fishing. Hemingway describes the scene in excruciating detail and you really get a feel for the place: Then the road came over the crest, flattened out, and went into a forest. It was a forest of cork oaks, and the sun came through the trees in patches, and there were cattle grazing back in the trees.

We went through the forest and the road came out and turned along a rise of land, and out ahead of us was a rolling green plain, with dark mountains beyond it. These were not like the brown, heat-baked mountains we had left behind.

These were wooded and there were clouds coming down from them. The green plain stretched off. It was cut by fences and the white of the road showed through the trunks of a double line of trees that crossed the plain towards the north. The book goes on in this manner, for some time. It's as though Hemingway has turned into an eloquent Garmin device.

Step by step. The walk to the creek. The heat of the sun. The taste of the wine. It is all very vivid, and beautifully written, but really, it didn't go anywhere. It seemed like filler. Something to break up the constant drinking while the drinking breaks up the Spanish travelogue. The lack of a plot normally wouldn't bother me much, but the book as a whole just wasn't working for me.

I didn't care for the characters, who are mostly drunken, indolent, well-off whiners. Also, I was intensely jealous of the characters, who are mostly drunken, indolent, well-off whiners. In other words, aspirational figures. Really, though, I just wanted more out of this book. Hemingway's other works have burrowed deep into my consciousness, so that I find myself referring back to them time and again. The Sun Also Rises did not achieve this feat. Eventually, Jake's merry band of drunkards go to Pamplona to watch the bullfights.

There is drinking. Passing out. I actually got a contact drunk from reading this book. I imagine that sex also occurred, somewhere in the midst of the drinking and the bulls and the overflowing testosterone, but Hemingway is discrete. There are some good things, here. As I mentioned earlier, Hemingway is a master of description. His prose is deceptively simple; his declarations actually do a great deal to put you there, into the scene, with immediacy.

The book also features one of Hemingway's most famous quotes: "Nobody lives life all the way up, except bullfighters. The best part of the book is the last lines, uttered by Jake Barnes: "Isn't it pretty to think so. As for me, I am anxiously awaiting the moment when, after a night of hard drinking, I can use this line on someone who has just uttered an inane comment.

Alas, I'm still waiting for that moment. And that gives me all the excuse I need to keep sidling up to the bar, ordering a whiskey straight with a whiskey back, and chatting up the people around me in the hopes that one of the drunks I meet will also be a Hemingway fan.

View all 29 comments. Aug 22, Tra-Kay rated it it was ok Shelves: fiction. If I were Hemingway's English teacher or anyone's any kind of teacher I'd say, "This reads more like a screenplay than a novel. Where are your descriptions, where is the emotion?? While the characters are wittily funny from time to time, the whole thing doesn't hold a candle to, I don't know, Seinfeld. Without being told, "Ah yes, this is about the true character of America!

Speaking of, how was this about America? It was more about America's elite. Most Americans in weren't hanging out in France and Spain, moaning about their lives. They were hanging out in America, trying to make it. You know, without dying. Pretentious, with poor descriptions and transparent characters I can give a character a subtle injury too and have it pain him, does that make me amazing?

I'd rather read a newspaper. View all 68 comments. Aug 26, Alex rated it it was amazing Shelves: favorite-reviews , , novel-a-biography , rth-lifetime , dick-lit. View all 17 comments. Jun 06, Amanda rated it it was amazing Shelves: kick-ass , blog. This may be my favorite book of all time.

At any rate, it's definitely on the top ten list and by far my favorite Hemingway and I do love some Hemingway. Is she a bitch? Sure, but I don't think she ever intentionally sets out to hurt anyone. And it might be argued that she has reason to be one: her first true love dies in the war from dysentery not exactly the most noble of deaths and she's physically threatened by Lord Ashley, forced to This may be my favorite book of all time.

And it might be argued that she has reason to be one: her first true love dies in the war from dysentery not exactly the most noble of deaths and she's physically threatened by Lord Ashley, forced to sleep on the floor beside him and his loaded gun and let's clarify that,no, that's not a euphemism, just in case you're a perv.

Then we have the one man who might make her happy, Jake Barnes. Poor, poor Jake, who doesn't have a gun, let alone a loaded one yup, that's a euphemism--snicker away. I think Brett is one of the most tragic figures in American literature.

Disillusioned by the war and how it irrevocably changed her life, she tries to fill the void with alcohol and sex--and destroys herself in the process. However, upon rereading the novel, I realized how eclipsed Jake had been by Brett during my first reading.

I also realized how I had misinterpreted him during my first reading. I thought Jake was as lost as the rest of the "Lost Generation," but I now believe that he is the only one who is not lost with the exception of Bill Gorton, whose line "The road to hell paved with unbought stuffed dogs" may be my favorite in the book. If there's anyone with reason to give up on life, it's Jake. Does he pine for Brett? Does he come to hate Cohn for his affair with Brett? Does he get over Brett and realize that, even if properly equipped for a sexual relationship, a relationship with her would end as tragically as all of her other conquests?

After all, Brett is Circe, according to Cohn, and anyone lured into her bed will lose their manhood. The success of the relationship between Brett and Jake hinges on the fact that Jake literally has nothing to lose in this respect. Cross posted at This Insignificant Cinder May 29, J.

Sutton rated it it was amazing. My feelings haven't changed since my last re-read of The Sun Also Rises my earlier review is below. I'm still amazed at how fully the characters come alive on the page!

I don't think The Sun Also Rises is for everyone; however, nearly from beginning to end, I'm engaged in the story. First, it is dec My feelings haven't changed since my last re-read of The Sun Also Rises my earlier review is below. First, it is deceptively easy to fall into with its short sentences and simple language. Nothing is forced. However, it is the mood Hemingway creates in this novel which really engages me. Perhaps that says as much about me as it does about the novel. The Sun Also Rises is not a feel-good book, but it allows you to re-evaluate people as social animals who constantly struggle and fail and maybe once in a while succeed in forging meaningful relationships.

In some ways, the carefree expat life of the characters seems idyllic; however, Hemingway also makes you feel that slipping into this existence even with its charms might make you want to spit at the world. The Sun Also Rises captures a historical moment, perhaps not just of the lost generation, but also of future generations uncertain of their place in the world.

View all 12 comments. Sep 23, Ahmad Sharabiani rated it really liked it Shelves: classics , literature , academic , fiction , spain , culture , historical , united-states , 20th-century.

An early and enduring modernist novel. The Sun Also Rises, the brilliant novel, which established Ernest as a great, and stylish writer, and one of the most prominent novelists of his time. The pleasant and sad story of a few Americans, and a young Englishman, displaced from their homeland, living in Paris, and going on a tour of "Pamplona" in Spain, this novel is also have been a fateful one in the formation of Hemingway's unique style.

IMHO, this is one of the essential books of life. It never fails. It possesses—for the right reader—an enormity of narrative pleasure and it grips from the very first line. Some notes. The queers, with whom Brett arrives at the club, have working penises and choose not to use them on her. To a man made impotent by war, a young man in love with her, their preference must seem like a kind of madness.

That is, indifferent to female sexuality. Then in an open car up the dusty roads to the plateau and Pamplona. The fishing sequences on the Irati River are beautifully spartan. Then after five days the fishermen are back in Pamplona. Mike and Brett are about to complete the five-some. Jake is through with her and he knows it.

They all go to watch the bulls arrive at the ring. This usually ends with most of the steers being gored. He rounds on Cohn. Though it seems to me a key part of the novel in this sense: Jake, after a painful meeting with Brett back in Paris, after which he wept, seems for the moment to have let her go. But then it occurs to the reader how much pain this appearance of non-interest in Brett is causing Jake, even though the subject is never openly alluded to. Hemingway was a master of cutting things out—of not talking about the elephant in the room.

Instantly the peasants worship Brett like some kind of Madonna. They usher her and the others into a wine shop. These are among the most heartwarming moments in the book for our five adventurers are treated like nobility and the author captures the wonderful manners of the local people.

The description is spare yet rich in atmospherics. The end is a knockout. Jake is held in odium because he has allowed the bullfight to be compromised. Whereas before, Jake and the hotel owner, Montoya, saw each other as fellow aficionados, now Jake is seen as a disappointment, to say the least, if not a corrupter of the fight.

Please read it. View all 23 comments. I've read this book every year since , and it is never the same book. Like so many things in this world, The Sun Also Rises improves with age and attention. Some readings I find myself in love with Lady Brett Ashley.

Then I am firmly in Jake Barnes' camp, feeling his pain and wondering how he stays sane with all that happens around him. See full terms and conditions and this month's choices. About The Author. Earl Theisen, Ernest Hemingway. Product Details. Related Articles. Raves and Reviews. Resources and Downloads. More books from this author: Ernest Hemingway. See more by Ernest Hemingway. You may also like: Thriller and Mystery Staff Picks. 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. Hemingway was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 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, Something central is hidden, which the reader discovers little by little.

The characters are rich, interesting, fascinating, and a little bit tragic, as Hemingway's characters always are. I was seduced by it. Tell us what you like and we'll recommend books you'll love. Sign up and get a free ebook! About The Book. Chapter One Robert Cohn was once middleweight boxing champion of Princeton. Do not think that I am very much impressed by that as a boxing title, but it meant a lot to Cohn.

He cared nothing for boxing, in fact he disliked it, but he learned it painfully and thoroughly to counteract the feeling of inferiority and shyness he had felt on being treated as a Jew at Princeton. There was a certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody who was snooty to him, although, being very shy and a thoroughly nice boy, he never fought except in the gym.

He was Spider Kelly's star pupil. Spider Kelly taught all his young gentlemen to box like featherweights, no matter whether they weighed one hundred and five or two hundred and five pounds. But it seemed to fit Cohn. He was really very fast.

He was so good that Spider promptly overmatched him and got his nose permanently flattened. This increased Cohn's distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose.

In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles. I never met any one of his class who remembered him. They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion. I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together, and I always had a suspicion that perhaps Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child, but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly.

Spider Kelly not only remembered Cohn. He had often wondered what had become of him. Robert Cohn was a member, through his father, of one of the richest Jewish families in New York, and through his mother of one of the oldest.

At the military school where he prepped for Princeton, and played a very good end on the football team, no one had made him race-conscious. No one had ever made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton. He was a nice boy, a friendly boy, and very shy, and it made him bitter. He took it out in boxing, and he came out of Princeton with painful self-consciousness and the flattened nose, and was married by the first girl who was nice to him.

He was married five years, had three children, lost most of the fifty thousand dollars his father left him, the balance of the estate having gone to his mother, hardened into a rather unattractive mould under domestic unhappiness with a rich wife; and just when he had made up his mind to leave his wife she left him and went off with a miniature-painter.