Other than the Gruesome Aesop Fables, now I’m ‘forcing myself’ to finish short stories from the Completed Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway.
The first story I attempted was The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber as it was on the first page, that I read to the finish line but got lost in the middle, (or did I not) because, in the end, it felt like I actually don’t get it.
I paused the book for two weeks before resuming by randomly opening it again as perhaps, reading cover to cover was not a good idea.
I found three stories in a row being such page-turners. A toast to the first three fictions of 2020 read by me!
Up in Michigan, On the Quai at Smyrna and Indian Camp.
I guess I’m starting to get it.
Therefore, tonight is for rereading Francis Macomber with a different perspective and expectation.