I read The Old Man and the Sea for the first time last year and I was not exactly what you would call an instant Hemingway convert. “JUST THROW THE EFFING FISH BACK!” yelled the heathen literal reader within. However, I am a creature of persistence and so I picked up Ernest Hemingway’s Fiesta or, The Sun Also Rises. While I enjoyed it on the basic narrative level, I also wish it had delved deeper into the emotional complexities of these characters lives and world, rather than just making them seem like drunken animals. The prose is characteristically spare, devoid of all exposition or reflective passages – what happens simply happens.

It was like certain dinners I remember from the war. There was much wine, an ignored tension, and a feeling of things coming that you could not prevent happening. Under the wine I lost the disgusted feeling and was happy. It seemed they were all such nice people.

Jake Barnes is living in Paris, impotent because of a vague war injury, and very much in love with the engaged Lady Brett Ashley. Jake discovers that Brett has also been having an affair with his friend Robert Cohn, and the tensions build on a trip to Pamplona where Jake, Brett, Robert, Brett’s fiancee Michael and Jake’s friend Bill travel to for the annual bullfighting fiesta. Cohn’s obsession with Brett grows, he cannot bear to be apart from her – frustrating not only Michael, but Jake and Brett as well. When Brett begins an affair with a young bullfighter Pedro Romero, jealousies between the men intensify and they resolve it in the way that men do: with some awkward, drunken fisticuffs. The novel ends in the aftermath of the fiesta, as Brett and Jake explore Madrid and she tells him that the two of them could have been good together. Jake’s great response to this is: “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” In a line, summing up the exact pain and beauty of unrequited, impossible love.

It was a good morning, there were high white clouds above the mountains. It hadrained a little in the night and it was fresh and cool on the plateau, and there was a wonderful view. We all felt good and we felt healthy, and I felt quite friendly to Cohn. You could not be upset about anything on a day like that.
That was the last day before the fiesta.

The vagueness surrounding the war and how it has affected these characters is intriguing – what we assume to be a monumental event in their lives is given very little thought or reflection. Somehow, through Jake’s impotency through war injury, and the complete inability for these men to comprehend their situations through anything but violence and possession, Hemingway seems to be suggesting the war has altered the American understanding of masculinity, how men see themselves in relation to the world and to women. The bullfights and the seven day fiesta atmosphere act as a sometimes distracting backdrop to these concerns, but at the same time heightening the particular tensions between the friends. The intensity and bloodiness of the bullfight action disturbingly mirrors the intricacies of human affairs.

Hemingway manages to make the bloody sport – the bullfights, not the affairs – seem a graceful art, and it is here that the writing shows the most compassion and energy. While Hemingway’s sparse style doesn’t instantly appeal to me, after having read The Sun Also Rises and enjoying it on a narrative level, I am now more inclined to pick up another of his novels.