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Roth and Hemingway

Dale WoodsJanuary 25, 2019

Let’s not compare the two.  They’re nothing alike.  

Yes, I’m still reading American Pastoral. It’s not a quick read. Philip Roth won the Pulitzer Prize for American Pastoral.  His writing is very dense.  Nothing is left out.  He writes about a thing until there is nothing more to say about it.  His vocabulary is enormous and he uses it. The word jeroboam has shown up, and though I’m tempted to insert the word into my everyday conversation, I probably won’t.  

I come back to earth when I read the first chapter of Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms.  The first chapter is very sparsely written.  It is about the marching soldiers and the dust and the leaves.  More on this subject later.

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There is something joyful and satisfying about ramming and ramming the square tip of a three-foot crowbar under the edge of something that needs to go away, and shoving on the crowbar, separating the old thing from the wall, grabbing with your gloved hand at the gap you’ve just created and dropping the crowbar, damn the clanging noise it makes when it hits the floor.  Then both gloved hands are on it and the thing you’re tearing out is shrieking and groaning but you have no pity and it hits the floor with a crash of defeat and what you have before you is a blank slate of a wall that could stand some patching.  And you will patch it of course you will.  But something new will go there.  Something that matches your creative vision.  That’s why I was there.  The shattered cabinets made a wretched pile in the back yard.  Like something a tornado might have dropped there.

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