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Ernest Hemingway1899-1961, American novelist and short-story writer, one of the great American writers of the 20th cent.The son of a country doctor, Hemingway worked as a reporter for the Kansas City Star after graduating from high school in 1917.During World War I he served as an ambulance driver in France and in the Italian infantry and was wounded just before his 19th birthday. Later, while working in Paris as a correspondent for the Toronto Star, he became involved with the expatriate literary and artistic circle surrounding Gertrude Stein.During the Spanish Civil War, Hemingway served as a correspondent on the loyalist side. He fought in World War II and then settled in Cuba in 1945. In 1954, Hemingway was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.After his expulsion from Cuba by the Castro regime, he moved to Idaho. He was increasingly plagued by ill health and mental problems, and in July, 1961, he committed suicide by shooting himself.Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American writer and journalist. He was part of the 1920s expatriate community in Paris, and one of the veterans of World War I later known as "the Lost Generation." He received the Pulitzer Prize in 1953 for The Old Man and the Sea, and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954.Hemingway's distinctive writing style is characterized by economy and understatement, and had a significant influence on the development of twentieth-century fiction writing. His protagonists are typically stoical men who exhibit an ideal described as "grace under pressure." Many of his works are now considered classics of American literature.Hemingway's fiction usually focuses on people living essential, dangerous lives, soldiers, fishermen, athletes, bullfighters,who meet the pain and difficulty of their existence with stoic courage. His celebrated literary style, influenced by Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein , is direct, terse, and often monotonous, yet particularly suited to his elemental subject matter.Hemingway's first books, Three Stories and Ten Poems (1923), In Our Time (short stories, 1924), and The Torrents of Spring (a novel, 1926), attracted attention primarily because of his literary style. With the publication of The Sun Also Rises (1926), he was recognized as the spokesman of the “lost generation” (so called by Gertrude Stein). The novel concerns a group of psychologically bruised, disillusioned expatriates living in postwar Paris, who take psychic refuge in such immediate physical activities as eating, drinking, traveling, brawling, and lovemaking.His next important novel, A Farewell to Arms (1929), tells of a tragic wartime love affair between an ambulance driver and an English nurse. Hemingway also published such volumes of short stories as Men without Women (1927) and Winner Take Nothing (1933), as well as The Fifth Column, a play. His First Forty-nine Stories (1938) includes such famous short stories as “The Killers,” “The Undefeated,” and “The Snows of Kilimanjaro.” Hemingway's nonfiction works, Death in the Afternoon (1932), about bullfighting, and Green Hills of Africa (1935), about big-game hunting, glorify virility, bravery, and the virtue of a primal challenge to life.From his experience in the Spanish Civil War came Hemingway's great novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), which, in detailing an incident in the war, argues for human brotherhood. His novella The Old Man and the Sea (1952) celebrates the indomitable courage of an aged Cuban fisherman. Among Hemingway's other works are the novels To Have and Have Not (1937) and Across the River and into the Trees (1950); he also edited an anthology of stories, Men at War (1942). Posthumous publications include A Moveable Feast (1964), a memoir of Paris in the 1920s; the novels Islands in the Stream (1970) and True at First Light (1999), a safari saga begun in 1954 and edited by his son Patrick; and The Nick Adams Stories (1972), a collection that includes previously unpublished piecesErnest Hemingway (1899-1961), born in Oak Park, Illinois, started his career as a writer in a newspaper office in Kansas City at the age of seventeen. After the United States entered the First World War, he joined a volunteer ambulance unit in the Italian army. Serving at the front, he was wounded, was decorated by the Italian Government, and spent considerable time in hospitals. After his return to the United States, hebecame a reporter for Canadian and American newspapers and was soon sent back to Europe to cover such events as the Greek Revolution.During the twenties, Hemingway became a member of the group of expatriate Americans in Paris, which he described in his first important work, The Sun Also Rises (1926). Equally successful was A Farewell to Arms (1929), the study of an American ambulance officer's disillusionment in the war and his role as a deserter. Hemingway used his experiences as a reporter during the civil war in Spain as the background for his most ambitious novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940). Among his later works, the most outstanding is the short novel, The Old Man and the Sea (1952), the story of an old fisherman's journey, his long and lonely struggle with a fish and the sea, and his victory in defeat.Hemingway - himself a great sportsman - liked to portray soldiers, hunters, bullfighters - tough, at times primitive people whose courage and honesty are set against the brutal ways of modern society, and who in this confrontation lose hope and faith. His straightforward prose, his spare dialogue, and his predilection for understatement are particularly effective in his short stories, some of which are collected in Men Without Women (1927) and The Fifth Column and the First Forty-Nine Stories (1938). Hemingway died in Idaho in 1961.。
Ernest Hemingway1899-1961, American novelist and short-story writer, one of the great American writers of the 20th cent.The son of a country doctor, Hemingway worked as a reporter for the Kansas City Star after graduating from high school in 1917.During World War I he served as an ambulance driver in France and in the Italian infantry and was wounded just before his 19th birthday. Later, while working in Paris as a correspondent for the Toronto Star, he became involved with the expatriate literary and artistic circle surrounding Gertrude Stein.During the Spanish Civil War, Hemingway served as a correspondent on the loyalist side. He fought in World War II and then settled in Cuba in 1945. In 1954, Hemingway was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature.After his expulsion from Cuba by the Castro regime, he moved to Idaho. He was increasingly plagued by ill health and mental problems, and in July, 1961, he committed suicide by shooting himself.Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American writer and journalist. He was part of the 1920s expatriate community in Paris, and one of the veterans of World War I later known as "the Lost Generation." He received the Pulitzer Prize in 1953 for The Old Man and the Sea, and the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954.Hemingway's distinctive writing style is characterized by economy and understatement, and had a significant influence on the development of twentieth-century fiction writing. His protagonists are typically stoical men who exhibit an ideal described as "grace under pressure." Many of his works are now considered classics of American literature.Hemingway's fiction usually focuses on people living essential, dangerous lives, soldiers, fishermen, athletes, bullfighters,who meet the pain and difficulty of their existence with stoic courage. His celebrated literary style, influenced by Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein , is direct, terse, and often monotonous, yet particularly suited to his elemental subject matter.Hemingway's first books, Three Stories and Ten Poems (1923), In Our Time (short stories, 1924), and The Torrents of Spring (a novel, 1926), attracted attention primarily because of his literary style. With the publication of The Sun Also Rises (1926), he was recognized as the spokesman of the “lost generation” (so called by Gertrude Stein). The novel concerns a group of psychologically bruised, disillusioned expatriates living in postwar Paris, who take psychic refuge in such immediate physical activities as eating, drinking, traveling, brawling, and lovemaking.His next important novel, A Farewell to Arms (1929), tells of a tragic wartime love affair between an ambulance driver and an English nurse. Hemingway also published such volumes of short stories as Men without Women (1927) and Winner Take Nothing (1933), as well as The Fifth Column, a play. His First Forty-nine Stories (1938) includes such famous short stories as “The Killers,” “The Undefeated,” and “The Snows of Kilimanjaro.” Hemingway's nonfiction works, Death in the Afternoon (1932), about bullfighting, and Green Hills of Africa (1935), about big-game hunting, glorify virility, bravery, and the virtue of a primal challenge to life.From his experience in the Spanish Civil War came Hemingway's great novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), which, in detailing an incident in the war, argues for human brotherhood. His novella The Old Man and the Sea (1952) celebrates the indomitable courage of an aged Cuban fisherman. Among Hemingway's other works are the novels To Have and Have Not (1937) and Across the River and into the Trees (1950); he also edited an anthology of stories, Men at War (1942). Posthumous publications include A Moveable Feast (1964), a memoir of Paris in the 1920s; the novels Islands in the Stream (1970) and True at First Light (1999), a safari saga begun in 1954 and edited by his son Patrick; and The Nick Adams Stories (1972), a collection that includes previously unpublished piecesErnest Hemingway (1899-1961), born in Oak Park, Illinois, started his career as a writer in a newspaper office in Kansas City at the age of seventeen. After the United States entered the First World War, he joined a volunteer ambulance unit in the Italian army. Serving at the front, he was wounded, was decorated by the Italian Government, and spent considerable time in hospitals. After his return to the United States, hebecame a reporter for Canadian and American newspapers and was soon sent back to Europe to cover such events as the Greek Revolution.During the twenties, Hemingway became a member of the group of expatriate Americans in Paris, which he described in his first important work, The Sun Also Rises (1926). Equally successful was A Farewell to Arms (1929), the study of an American ambulance officer's disillusionment in the war and his role as a deserter. Hemingway used his experiences as a reporter during the civil war in Spain as the background for his most ambitious novel, For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940). Among his later works, the most outstanding is the short novel, The Old Man and the Sea (1952), the story of an old fisherman's journey, his long and lonely struggle with a fish and the sea, and his victory in defeat.Hemingway - himself a great sportsman - liked to portray soldiers, hunters, bullfighters - tough, at times primitive people whose courage and honesty are set against the brutal ways of modern society, and who in this confrontation lose hope and faith. His straightforward prose, his spare dialogue, and his predilection for understatement are particularly effective in his short stories, some of which are collected in Men Without Women (1927) and The Fifth Column and the First Forty-Nine Stories (1938). Hemingway died in Idaho in 1961.。
Ernest Hemingway: A Literary IconErnest Hemingway, a renowned figure in the literary world, revolutionized modern fiction with his unique style and profound themes. Born in 1899 in Oak Park, Illinois, Hemingway's early life was filled with adventure and travel, which later influenced his writing. His experiences as awar correspondent and a hunter in Africa and Europeprovided him with rich material for his novels and short stories.Hemingway's writing style is often described as spare and concise, with a focus on the emotional impact of events rather than detailed descriptions. His use of simple language and short sentences creates a powerful and immediate impact on readers, allowing them to experiencethe action and emotion directly. His characters, often struggling with their inner demons and the harsh realitiesof life, resonate deeply with readers.One of Hemingway's most famous works is "The Old Manand the Sea," a novel that tells the story of an old fisherman's battle with a giant marlin. Through this tale, Hemingway explores themes of courage, resilience, and therelationship between man and nature. The novel's sparse language and powerful imagery create a vivid and emotional portrayal of the fisherman's struggle, making it a timeless classic.Hemingway's other notable works include "A Farewell to Arms," which explores the devastating effects of war on individuals and their relationships, and "For Whom the Bell Tolls," a novel set during the Spanish Civil War that highlights the importance of resistance and the cost of freedom. These works, along with his numerous short stories, display Hemingway's mastery of the craft of writing and his ability to capture the essence of human experience.Despite his success and fame, Hemingway's personal life was often turbulent. He struggled with depression and alcoholism, and his personal relationships were oftenfraught with conflict. These struggles, however, seemed to fuel his writing, providing him with a deeper understanding of the complexities of human nature.Hemingway's legacy as a writer is immense. His works have been translated into numerous languages and continueto inspire and influence writers and readers alike. Hisunique style and profound themes have made him a household name in the world of literature, and his contributions to the genre will forever be remembered.In conclusion, Ernest Hemingway was not only abrilliant writer but also a complex and fascinating individual. His works, which are filled with emotional depth and powerful imagery, continue to captivate and inspire readers around the world. His legacy as a literary icon will forever be remembered and celebrated.**欧内斯特·海明威:文学偶像**欧内斯特·海明威是文学界的一位杰出人物,以其独特的风格和深刻的主题革新了现代小说。
E RNEST H EMINGWAY(1899-1961)A Clean, Well-Lighted PlaceI t was late and every one had left the cafe except an old man who sat in the shadow the leaves of the tree made against the electric light. In the day time the street was dusty; but at night the dew settled the dust and the old man liked to sit late because he was deaf and now at night it was quiet and he felt the difference. The two waiters inside the cafe knew that the old man was a little drunk, and while he was a good client they knew that if he became too drunk he would leave without paying, so they kept watch on him.“Last week he tried to commit suicide,” one waiter said.“Why?”“He was in despair.”“What about?”“Nothing.”“How do you know it was nothing?”“He has plenty of money.”They sat together at a table that was close against the wall near the door of the cafe and looked at the terrace where the tables were all empty except where the old man sat in the shadow of the leaves of the tree that moved slightly in the wind. A girl and a soldier went by in the street. The street light shone on the brass number on his collar. The girl wore no head covering and hurried beside him.“The guard will pick him up,” one waiter said.“What does it matter if he gets what he's after?”“He had better get off the street now. The guard will get him. They went by five minutes ago.”The old man sitting in the shadow rapped on his saucer with his glass. The younger waiter went over to him.“What do you want?”The old man looked at him. “Another brandy,” he said.“You'll be drunk,” the waiter said. The old man looked at him. The waiter went away.“He'll stay all night,” he said to his colleague. “I'm sleepy now. I never get into bed before three o'clock. He should have killed himself last week.”The waiter took the brandy bottle and another saucer from the counter inside the cafe and marched out to the old man's table. He put down the saucer and poured the glass full of brandy.“You should have killed yourself last week,” he said to the deaf man. The old man motioned with his finger. “A little more,” he said. The waiter poured on into the glass so that the brandy slopped over and ran down the stem into the top saucer of the pile. “Thank you,” the old man said. The waiter took the bottle back inside the cafe. He sat down at the table with his colleague again.“He's drunk now,” he said.“He's drunk every night.”“What did he want to kill himself for?”“How should I know.”“How did he do it?”“He hung himself with a rope.”“Who cut him down?”“His niece.”“Why did he do it?”“For his soul.”“How much money has he got?”“He's got plenty.”“He must be eighty years old.”“Anyway I should say he was eighty.”“I wish he would go home. I never get to bed before three o'clock. What kind of hour is that to go to bed?”“He stays up because he likes it.”“He's lonely. I'm not lonely. I have a wife waiting in bed for me.”“He had a wife once too.”“A wife would be no good to him now.”“You can't tell. He might be better with a wife.”“His niece looks after him.”“I know. You said she cut him down.”“I wouldn't want to be that old. An old man is a nasty thing.”“Not always. This old man is clean. He drinks without spilling. Even now, drunk. Look at him.”“I don't want to look at him. I wish he would go home. He has no regard for those who must work.”The old man looked from his glass across the square, then over at the waiters.“Another brandy,” he said, pointing to his glass. The waiter who was in a hurry came over.“Finished,” he said, speaking with that omission of syntax stupid people employ when talking to drunken people or foreigners. “No more tonight. Close now.”“Another,” said the old man.“No. Finished.” The waiter wiped the edge of the table with a towel and shook his head.The old man stood up, slowly counted the saucers, took a leather coin purse from his pocket and paid for the drinks, leaving half a peseta tip.The waiter watched him go down the street, a very old man walking unsteadily but with dignity,.“Why didn't you let him stay and drink?” the unhurried waiter asked. They were putting up the shutters. “It is not half-past two.”“I want to go home to bed.”“What is an hour?”“More to me than to him.”“An hour is the same.”“You talk like an old man yourself. He can buy a bottle and drink at home.”“It's not the same.”“No, it is not,” agreed the waiter with a wife. He did not wish to be unjust. He was only in a hurry.“And you? You have no fear of going home before your usual hour?”“Are you trying to insult me?”“No, hombre, only to make a joke.”“No,” the waiter who was in a hurry said, rising from putting on the metal shutters. “I have confidence. I am all confidence.”“You have youth, confidence, and a job,” the older waiter said. “You have everything.”“And what do you lack?”“Everything but work.”“You have everything I have.”“No. I have never had confidence and l'm not young.”“Come on. Stop talking nonsense and lock up.”“I am of those who like to stay late at the cafe,” the older waiter said.“With all those who do not want to go to bed. With all those who need a light for the night.”“I want to go home and into bed.”“We are of two different kinds,” the older waiter said. He was now dressed to go home. “It is not only a question of youth and confidence although those things are very beautiful. Each night I am reluctant to close up because there may be some one who needs the cafe.”“Hombre, there are bodegas open all night long.”“You do not understand. This is a clean and pleasant cafe. It is well lighted. The light is very good and also, now, there are shadows of the leaves.”“Good night,” said the younger waiter.“Good night,” the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself. It is the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and light. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours. What did he fear? It was not fear or dread. It was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was already nada y pues nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.“What's yours?” asked the barman.“Nada.”“Otro loco mas,” said the barman and turned away.“A little cup,” said the waiter.The barman poured it for him.“The light is very bright and pleasant but the bar is unpolished,” the waiter said.The barman looked at him but did not answer. It was too late at night for conversation.“You want another copita?” the barman asked.“No, thank you,”said the waiter and went out. He disliked bars and bodegas. A clean, well-lighted cafe was a very different thing. Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it. [1933]Cat in the RainT here were only two Americans stopping at the hotel. They did not know any of the people they passed on the stairs on their way to and from their room. Their room was on the second floor facing the sea. It also faced the public garden and the war monument. There were big palms and green benches in the public garden. In the good weather there was always an artist with his easel. Artists liked the way the palms grew and the bright colours of the hotels facing the gardens and the sea. Italians came from a long way off to look up at the war monument. It was made of bronze and glistened in the rain. It was raining. The rain dropped from the palm trees. Water stood in pools on the gravel paths. The sea broke in a long line in the rain and slipped back down the beach to come up and break again in a long line in the rain. The motor-cars were gone from the square by the war monument. Across the square in the doorway of the café a waiter stood looking out at the empty square.The American wife stood at the window looking out. Outside right under their window a cat was crouched under one of the dripping green tables. The cat was trying to make herself so compact that she would not be dripped on."I'm going down and get that kitty," the American wife said."I'll do it," her husband offered from the bed."No, I'll get it. The poor kitty out trying to keep dry under a table."The husband went on reading, lying propped up with the two pillows at the foot of the bed."Don't get wet," he said.The wife went downstairs and the hotel owner stood up and bowed to her as she passed the office. His desk was at the far end of the office. He was an old man and very tall."Il piove," the wife said. She liked the hotel-keeper."Si, si,Signora, brutto tempo. It is very bad weather."He stood behind his desk in the far end of the dim room. The wife liked him. She liked the deadly serious way he received any complaints. She liked his dignity. She liked the way he wanted to serve her. She liked the way he felt about being a hotel-keeper. She liked his old, heavy face and big hands.Liking him she opened the door and looked out. It was raining harder. A man in a rubber cape was crossing the empty square to the cafe. The cat would be around to the right. Perhaps she could go along under the eaves. As she stood in the doorway an umbrella opened behind her. It was the maid who looked after their room."You must not get wet," she smiled, speaking Italian. Of course, the hotel-keeper had sent her. With the maid holding the umbrella over her, she walked along the gravel path until she was under their window. The table was there, washed bright green in the rain, but the cat was gone. She was suddenly disappointed. The maid looked up at her."Ha perduta qualque cosa, Signora?""There was a cat," said the American girl."A cat?""Si, il gatto.""A cat?" the maid laughed. "A cat in the rain?""Yes," she said, "under the table." Then, "Oh, I wanted it so much. I wanted a kitty."When she talked English the maid's face had tightened."Come, Signora." she said. "We must get back inside. You will be wet.""I suppose so," said the American girl.They went back along the gravel path and passed in the door. The maid stayed outside to close the umbrella. As the American girl passed the office, the padrone bowed from his desk. Something felt very small and tight inside the girl. The padrone made her feel very small and at the same time really important. She had a momentary feeling of being of supreme importance. She went on up the stairs. She opened the door of the room. George was on the bed, reading."Did you get the cat?" he asked, putting the book down."It was gone.""Wonder where it went to?" he said, resting his eyes from reading.She sat down on the bed."I wanted it so much," she said. "I don't know why I wanted it so much. I wanted that poor kitty. It isn't any fun to be a poor kitty out in the rain."George was reading again.She went over and sat in front of the mirror of the dressing-table, looking at herself with the hand glass. She studied her profile, first one side and then the other. Then she studied the back of her head and her neck."Don't you think it would be a good idea if I let my hair grow out?" she asked, looking at her profile again.George looked up and saw the back of her neck, clipped close like a boy's. ''I like it the way it is.''"I get so tired of it," she said. "I get so tired of looking like a boy."George shifted his position in the bed. He hadn't looked away from her since she started to speak."You look pretty darn nice," he said.She laid the mirror down on the dresser and went over to the window and looked out. It was getting dark."I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot at the back that I can feel," she said. "I want to have a kitty sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her.''"Yeah?" George said from the bed."And I want to eat at a table with my own silver and I want candles. And I want it to be spring and I want to brush my hair out in front of a mirror and I want a kitty and I want some new clothes.""Oh, shut up and get something to read," George said. He was reading again.His wife was looking out of the window. It was quite dark now and still raining in the palm trees."Anyway, I want a cat," she said. "I want a cat. I want a cat now. If I can't have long hair or any fun, I can have a cat."George was not listening. He was reading his book. His wife looked out of the window where the light had come on in the square.Someone knocked at the door."Avanti," George said. He looked up from his book.In the doorway stood the maid. She held a big tortoiseshell cat pressed tight against her and swung down against her body."Excuse me," she said, "the padrone asked me to bring this for the Signora."[1925]。