I am continuing in Reading Like a Writer. Francine Prose writes of Gertrude Stein’s love of sentences and of Hemingway. A couple of examples are given of Hemingway writing about an aging bullfighter.
The bullfighter is toughing it out in spite of depressing experiences brought on by age. Given Hemingway’s choice of ending in life, I gave prophetic nature to his words. As in many writings, what we think it means, it may not mean at all.
Writing brings me closer to the prophetic, but I think in ways that might change the future. Writing can take my fears and lay them out in twilight. Sometimes I find the sun to be rising and at others to be setting. As I see it, writing’s job is take me to where Hemingway took the bullfighter. Against all odds, toughing it out. Being brave where the brave dare not go.
But maybe not. What say you?