Saturday, December 11, 2010


So, I realized that I have never read Hemmingway. I'm not even sure what Hemmingway's first name is. Arther? Nathan? Fitzgerald?

I call myself a writer. Hah. No writer is a writer without reading Hemmingway. He is the master of the iambic pentimeter, and has conquered the literary community with a fictional fist - and he still does. And my mind has not yet been exposed to his brilliance. How sad is that?

My small goal: to familiarize myself with Hemmingway's biography and some of his writings, so I can better understand how and why he is so revered.

Oh, and as a side note: Christmas music is the best thing ever. I love it. But, it cannot be listened to before Black Friday, or after January 1st. Anytime in that time perameter makes everything magical and wonderous, but if listened to outside that time perameter... something bad is bound to happen.
So, enjoy the Christmas music while you can.

1 comment:

  1. Some Hemingway stories I really like, some I don't. His autobiographical "A Moveable Feast" is very good -- about his life in Paris as a struggling writer.

    Christmas music IS great, but when stores and offices pump it over the loudspeakers nonstop starting around Thanksgiving, they ruin it. I try to have a few classic cd's of it and ignore the noise around me.