Hard to criticize a classic written by a Nobel Prize winner. It’s a matter of style I think, and that Hemingway is so damned depressing – man against fate and the elements. I find the writing spare to the point of being static, yet at the same time Hemingway finds a way to get you completely into the situation, and the head of the old man. But I ended up feeling more empathy for the fish. Maybe that’s what Hemingway wanted.
I read a student study guide version of this book, last encountered by me in Grade XIII, 50+ years ago. The guide is very helpful in drawing out inner meaning we might have missed in just a read through. But the author of the guide, a high school teacher I think, is too much of a cheerleader of Hemingway. But just imagine, she too has long since died.