Essay About Annoying 3-D Posters And Pulp Fiction

The Sun Also Rises
Essay title: The Sun Also Rises
The Sun Also Rises [I cannot express to you how glad I am
that I am taking this class. I am thoroughly enjoying
Hemingway. The Sun Also Rises is one of the best books
Ive read in quite a long time. For a while there, I was, for
God knows what reason, taking Physics and Chemistry and
Biology. It is really an adventure to be back with books and
words and reading. I am also amazed that I never could
read more of Him when it wasnt an assignment. And how is
it that when I am told to write “a 3-5 page essay” I can only
come through with two-and-a-half, but a “one-page
response” always wants to be twenty pages long?] I finished
reading SAR around ten oclock tonight. I could have taken
it all in one big gulp when I began a week ago, but I couldnt
do that. It wanted me to bring it out slowly, so I often found
myself reading five or ten pages and laying it aside to absorb
without engulfing. A man gets used to reading Star Wars and
pulp fiction and New York Times Bestsellers and forgets
what literature is until it slaps him in the face. This book was
written, not churned out or word-processed. Again, I
thoroughly enjoyed reading. I never noticed it until it was
brought up in class, maybe because it wasnt a point for me
in In Our Time, but He doesnt often enough credit
quotations with, “,he said,” or, “,said Brett,” or, “,Bill
replied.” In SAR it stood and called attention to itself. I
wasnt particularly bothered by His not telling me who said
what, but it was verypointed. I first noticed around the
hundredth page or so. Then I realized I couldnt keep track
of who was speaking. By not dwelling on it, though, sort of
(hate to say this) accepting it, I managed to assign speech to
whomever I felt was speaking. Gradually I came to enjoy it,
in another plane of reading, figuring out from whom words
were originating. To not notice it, as if it were one of those
annoying 3-D posters that you cant see until you make a
concerted effort not to try and see, became simple – much
like those 3-D pictures are once you know what not to look
for. (I abhor ending sentences with prepositions…) His not
telling was heightening to the story. It made things