Music: Mazzy Star
I just finished reading The Snows Of Kilimanjaro And Other Stories, a collection of short stories by Ernest Hemingway. When I was in high school, we read one of the stories from the collection ("A Clean Well-Lighted Place) in English class. I received a D+ on the paper I wrote about the story that caused me to bear an irrational grudge against Hemingway for many years. As the years passed by, only the grudge remained. I completely forgot what the story was about, only remembering the name and the sting of the bad grade. I had been reading some Bukowski and he cited Hemingway as one of his literary heroes, so I decided to let go of this random bit of hate and read with an open mind.
Each one of the stories in the collection stunned me. Hemingway's minimal descriptions allowed him to create some of the most incredibly vivid stories I have ever read. I also appreciated the unabashed maleness of these worlds he created. It was also incredibly humbling to realize that I had been deliberately denying myself the opportunity to read and learn from one of the best writers America has produced simply because of a bad paper I wrote 15 years ago.
To sum up: irrational grudges bad, Hemingway good.