I tried to make it through Green Hills of Africa but just couldn’t get interested so this book was suggested to me by a good friend and so I gave Hemingway another shot. I was glad I did and ended up loving this book. It was slow for me at first but I don’t think I understood how he writes until much later into the book and now I really like his style.
While I read I envisioned a world in the past that can never be again. Such elegant destinations that I can only assume have long been overrun by the hordes of travelers since. It only makes sense that with so many tourists in every nook and cranny many or all of the places mentioned in the book are now spoiled. But maybe this is a pessimistic view and I should actually visit Paris or Pamplona.
I do have a relative that is from Madrid, who has told me many things about her home but I don’t think I ever understood the romantic view of the country until reading this book. I may even try reading another Hemingway.
