
Fiction – Kindle edition; Scribner; 82 pages; 2014.
The Old Man and the Sea does exactly what it says on the tin. It’s about an old man who goes to sea in a small skiff to catch the greatest fish of his life.
Published in 1952, it was Ernest Hemingway’s last major work, but it was the first I’d ever read by him. Why had I never read him before? His clean, crisp style is **exactly** the kind of writing I appreciate most.
The story plays out over three or four nights, and the entire plot revolves around a Cuban fisherman’s capture of a marlin, that large wonderous, spear-snouted migratory fish that favours the open sea.
It really is as simple as that, yet in Hemingway’s capable hands, there’s an element of excitement that had me furiously turning the pages, eager to find out what was going to happen next: would Santiago, the fisherman, succeed or would the injuries he sustained to his hands and back mean the marlin would get away?
Most people, I suspect, know the answer, but I came to this novella unaware of how the narrative would play out and I found the “twist”, for want of a better word, completely surprising but brilliantly executed. This is not so much as an old man versus a marlin, but an old man versus Mother Nature, red in tooth and claw, at her most ferocious. It’s elegant in its brutality.
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