The Sun Also Rises

by Ernest Hemingway

lost generation.”

—GERTRUDE STEIN

whirleth about continually, and the wind returneth again according to his circuits. . . . All the rivers run into the sea;

circularity

focuses us on violence, a big topic of the novel

Do not think that I am very much impressed

first “hardboiled” comment establishes theme of masculine competition if he’s not impressed, why is he nothing to talk about it???

feeling of inferiority

characterizes all characters in the novel

Jew

everyone in the novel is damaged or an outsider in some way; Cohn highlights this by being a jew,

certain inner comfort in knowing he could knock down anybody wh...

This increased Cohn’s distaste for boxing, but it gave him a certain satisfaction of some strange sort, and it certainly improved his nose.

I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together,

note directly addresses reader alerts us to Jake’s dishonesty with himself and us

He had often wondered what had become of him.

played a very good end on the football team,

No one had ever made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton.

married by the first girl who was nice to him.

jealousy— people in the novel don’t get married

hardened into a rather unattractive mould under domestic unhappiness

woman changes the man there is no domesticity in this wold negative view of romance

rich wife;

divorce

became too expensive and he had to give it up.

taken in hand by a lady who hoped to rise with the magazine.

was very fo...

she might as well get what there was to get while there was still something available,

lady who had him,

that her looks were going,

I was kicked again under the table and, looking, saw Frances, Robert’s lady, her chin lifting and her face hardening.

she led him quite

You can’t get away from yourself by moving from one place to another. There’s nothing to that.”

and the poules going by, singly and in pairs, looking for the evening meal.

Georgette opened her bag, made a few passes at her face as she looked in the little mirror, re-defined her lips with the lip-stick, and straightened her hat.

A crowd of young men, some in jerseys and some in their shirt-sleeves, got out. I could see their hands and newly washed, wavy hair in the light from the door.

With them was Brett.

And with them was Brett.

I was very angry. Somehow they always made me angry. I know they are supposed to be amusing, and you should be tolerant, but I wanted to swing on one, any one, anything to shatter that superior, simpering composure.

Brett was damned good-looking. She wore a slipover jersey sweater and a tweed skirt, and her hair was brushed back like a boy’s. She started all that. She was built with curves like the hull of a racing yacht, and you missed none of it with that wool jersey.

Probably I never would have had any trouble if I hadn’t run into Brett when they shipped me to England.

Her own true love

“I don’t believe she would marry anybody she didn’t love.” “Well,” I said. “She’s done it twice.

“I rather think they’re not coming,” Robert Cohn said. He said it with an air of superior knowledge that irritated both of

I knelt and started to pray

I was a little ashamed, and regretted that I was such a rotten Catholic, but realized there was nothing I could do about it, at least for a while, and maybe never, but that anyway it was a grand religion,

At dinner that night we found that Robert Cohn had taken a bath, had had a shave and a haircut and a shampoo, and something put on his hair

“I’m afraid they expected to meet me at San Sebastian, and that’s why they stopped over.” “What makes you think that?” “Well, I wrote suggesting it to Brett.”

“She wanted to get out of town and she can’t go anywhere alone. She said she thought it would be good for him.”

mount. We were going through farming country with rocky hills that sloped down into the fields. The grain-fields went up the hillsides. Now as we went higher there was a wind blowing the grain.

the rich grain-fields below.

How was America?

Oh! I come back to get married.

road. The country was barren and rocks stuck up through the clay.

Aren’t you going to show a little irony and pity?

“Irony and Pity.

You know what’s the trouble with you?