All posts tagged: hemingway

The Complex Relationship between Writing and Loneliness

Anyone who spends a good deal of time writing knows that it is a lonely pursuit. Nearly every other job has at least some aspect of socializing to it — even other creative jobs: actors exchange dialogue; musicians are often in bands or at least collaborating on songwriting; even painters, sculptors, and drawers can be in the same studio together. For the writer though, solitude is perhaps the single most important requirement to success. Especially when writing something long — be it a novel, a play, or a screenplay — there are so many loose parts spinning about in the writer’s mind that even the din of a café can be too much. Time locked away in isolation is precious. And yet the causality between writing and loneliness is misunderstood. Writing does not breed loneliness so much as loneliness breeds writing. People do not start writing because they want to be lonely; they start writing because they are lonely. There is nothing more terrifying than being alone with your own thoughts, weighing your existence, letting your problems spring up like weeds …

Who Said It: Hemingway or an Email from My Grandma?

1. “Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.” 2. “The weather is nice. The day is kind. You, my love, are lovely.” 3. “Believe in yourself and you will be set free. But freedom is a fickle thing.” 4. “I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?” 5. “A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.” 6. “The table was set. The glasses were fine and the food delicious. For me though, it was too much.” 7. “In order to write about life first you must live it.” 8. “You gotta find that courage within yourself. Without it, you’re nothing.” 9. “I sat staring out the window today. Life passing me by. My memories my companion.” 10. “Why, darling, I don’t live at all when I’m not with you.” Hemingway: 1, 4, 5, 7, 10 Grandma: 2, 3, 6, 8, 9

Fiction, Morality, and the Science of Reading

  Books are much more. They are a way of being fully human. — Susan Sontag Anyone who has ever cozied up in a corner with a fascinating novel knows the pleasures of an afternoon spent reading. Perhaps it was when you whizzed through breezy books like the Harry Potter series or spent time (and a great deal of energy) grappling with the more serious concepts put forth by the likes of Dostoevsky or Safran Foer. Either way, finding that truly engaging novel is a beautiful moment, and is always something to be cherished. As C.S. Lewis said, “You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” But what if reading is more than just a simple pleasure, more than something that entertains, teaches and engrosses?

If Famous Authors Contributed to ‘Glamour’ and ‘Cosmopolitan’

Ernest Hemingway And you prop your legs over his shoulders. And they are warm. He is warm. His forehead is sweaty. Your legs are tired. But you are not tired. He begins. He finishes. You finish. Perhaps not until later. By yourself. It is a cycle. The fan spins on you, on him, on your legs. Your mind begins to wander. It was pleasant. Not good. But not bad. He proved strong and capable in the face of a task. This is all you can ask of him. Jean-Paul Sartre I wonder what the meaning of my existence is if Simone can give me so much carnal pleasure? For if my existence is meaningless then God is not real; yet if God were real and Man were real than God would necessarily reduce Man to a mere object. Perhaps that is exactly it. Perhaps I am a mere object in her hands, malleable like sexualized clay, my existential existence constructed entirely by her. Oh, but she is not God! There is no omniscient being even …