A group of American and British expatriates in Paris decide to attend the bull fighting festivities in Pamplona, Spain.
And my love-hate relationship with Hemingway continues.
It's always hard for me to define my feelings for Hemingway's books. Once more, I admired the precision and conciseness of his language, while there was a part of me that rolled my eyes at his need to constantly hold back on content and how pretentious it can be. Although I have to admit the limited content carries the idea that trauma can never be expressed with words.
But on a more positive note, this time the mixed feelings also stem from the bitter-sweet content itself.
The Sun Also Rises is the ultimate novel of the "lost generation", a group of people the reader is both meant to envy and pity. It is impossible not to long for their freedom and life of leisure, while their inability to communicate and move on is so crippling that it seems to make that freedom impossible to enjoy. Without saying much about the feelings of these men and women, Hemingway is very successful at "showing" how even the most pleasurable of situations can become a trap if the human mind makes it so.