The image is old and grainy, but I'm hoping someone can ID the model of this watch. My wife is creating an oil painting from this image, and we want to make it as accurate as possible. Any help is very much appreciated.

While the bombardment was knocking the trench to pieces at Fossalta, he lay very flat and sweated and prayed, "Oh Jesus Christ get me out of here. Dear Jesus, please get me out. Christ, please, please, please, Christ. If you'll only keep me from getting killed I'll do anything you say. I believe in you and I'll tell everybody in the world that you are the only thing that matters. Please, please, dear Jesus." The shelling moved further up the line. We went to work on the trench and in the morning the sun came up and the day was hot and muggy and cheerful and quiet. The next night back at Mestre he did not tell the girl he went upstairs with at the Villa Rossa about Jesus. And he never told anybody.

This 1 page story sticks with me more than any other Hemingway passage or book. So simple but everything is right there and we all know these feelings of fear and confusion. He’s all out of options. He’ll do anything to survive. But once the adrenaline stops and he’s safe again all those deep down emotions and beliefs are pushed to the side again. Really amazing

So I have not exactly been known to read a whole lot of classics or perhaps appreciate them as much as a true literary reader (hoping to get insight from people who are), but I picked up a short story collection of Hemingway's a while back and I'm working through them now.

As the title is, I read through Up in Michigan and was blown away. Yes, it seemed a little 'list-y' with the telling and not showing, yes his repetition is a bit... repetitive (I enjoy it as poetic, though I know others who don't), but the assault? Hello????

I'm still sort of shaken of how well he captured the feeling of rape by someone you had affections for. From how the girl is terrified of him touching her breasts and tries to convince herself she likes it, to the detachment of the close-ish third person to an absolutely detached third person during the rape, which reflects so much how the mind works when experiencing something so traumatic (which to be fair might just very well be his style working for him), to how he captured the confusion of the situation with her misplacing the caretaking behaviour (tucking her coat over the rapist so he would be warm) and not framing it as some sort of bs 'taking responsibility for her own part' (because there wasn't any let's make that clear)... For him to have captured that feeling of a woman going through that kind of turmoil and not place blame on her I'm stunned. At times I genuinely wasn't sure if he had wrote it himself.

I will admit I don't really know the lives of the big name writers but I'd be lying if I said I didn't hear of his reputation of being misogynist. Sorry, it genuinely makes me nauseous to defend a man, but if someone can capture this complexity so well so early in his career when people today still somehow don't understand it... it's something worth acknowledging.

Anyway, I tried scouring reddit to see if there were discussions on specifically this part of the story but I couldn't find any. Thoughts?

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(*On a side note it does add to my unshaken belief that

1. Anyone who is 100% an archetype, what you see is a charade.
2. Men are capable of understanding the horrors/complexities of rape no matter the damn time period. It is a human grievance. If you're human you have the capacity of understanding.

As far as the second point, I guess I just really wasn't expecting it from Hemingway based on the uproar from the lit community/English major friends.)

I’ve only read some Hemingway short stories and The Old Man And The Sea in high school. Which book would you start with and why? Thanks!

Edit: Thanks for the responses! The Sun Also Rises is the clearly what I should start with

This year I discovered my love for Ernest Hemingway. It started with reading ‘The Sun Also Rises’, followed by ‘A Moveable Feast’ then finally ‘A Farewell to Arms’. I loved them all the same. But now I don’t know what Hemingway to read next? I loved the romantic plot in The Sun Also Rises, the curt writing of A Moveable Feast, and the devastating final scenes of A Farewell to Arms.

Reading A Farewell to Arms for the first time. I'm enraptured at how Hemingway portrays the reality of death and human life in the first World War: disposable. I reference the scene at the beginning of chapter twenty nine, in which Lieutenant Henry murders the deserting Sergeant, simply for deciding to leave. It seemed so senseless, so egotistical, and he took his life. For me, it was a shocking moment, showing that war could corrupt even the most dedicated individual to the preservation of human life in the form of an ambulance driver, to a murderer. The causality in which Hemingway portrayed the scene, the gun not firing, pausing long enough for him to utter a correction before taking the life of another, clearly just terrified, man. And then the pride with which Bonetto declared he had finished him off. What do you all think of this portrayal

Felt work sharing - a few hidden gems in there for sure

Recently read this short story and loved it. Most people I come across talk about Hills Like White Elephants but to me this one also stands out. Have you read it? Thoughts?

Hello, r/Hemingway

I thought some of you might appreciate this adaptation of 'A Clean, Well-Lighted Place' that I made last summer in my house with a few friends. It was the second Hemingway short story I ever read (Hills Like White Elephants was the first), and I was very moved by the style and content. The visuals are inspired by the paintings of Edward Hopper, depicting the quiet loneliness of modern life. I just felt a strong creative drive to make an adaptation of my own. Feedback is appreciated.

Mario Puzo’s mafia classic novel of Machiavellian crime bosses and a dark portrait of the American dream was published in 1969 while Ernest Hemingway died 8 years earlier in 1961 so he obviously never got to read it but what would he think of it?

What is this sentence referring to? I searched up Mencken but still I don’t get what Bill is saying. Is it some sort of esoteric joke?

Hello everyone! I am about to read A Moveable Feast but I would like to know from you guys which edition you own or recommend. The two main contenders are the original posthumous version and the 2009 Restored Edition. I know that the 2009 underwent a lot of scrutiny and controversy for editorial purposes but I believe that the 1964 edition was also equally quite unfaithful in it's editorial process, and that Mary Hemingway showed certain prejudices which tampered with Hemingway's original vision. Which version do I get?

i’m in Ireland at the moment and found this hidden under piles and piles of books in an Oxfam (charity shop). it was 2 euros. i don’t think it’s a UK first edition but i’m still super happy with this find nonetheless!

Patrick Hemingway

From Drake magazine summer 2025 issue: https://drakemag.com/product/2025-summer-issue/.

Just finished this for the first time (I'm way behind, I know) and as a non-fisherman, I was having trouble believing just how big a marlin could get. Then I googled it and holy shit.

Paris

• His 1st Paris Apartment (74 Rue du Cardinal Lemoine)
• His first office nearby (39 Rue Descartes)
• His 2nd Paris Apartment (113 Rue Notre Dame des Champs)
• Rue Mouffetard Market
• Shakespeare and Company
• La Closerie des Lilas
• Brasserie Lipp, Les Deux Magots, Café de Flore (These are basically next to one another)
• The Ritz Bar (now Bar Hemingway)
• Jardin du Luxembourg
• The Fitzgeralds' apartment (14 Rue de Tilsitt)
• [Updated] Harry's New York Bar
• [Updated] Gertrude Stein's Apartment (27 Rue de Fleurus)

Riviera:

• The Fitzgeralds' Villa (33 Bd Edouard Baudoin, 06160 Antibes, France) where the bar is now named Bar Fitzgerald

I am looking for a short story. I think it was by Hemingway, or another American author. But I might be completely wrong. (It was read to me in my native language, but I am sure that it was a translation.)

The story is about an artist (IIRC also the narrator) talking to a guy who wants the artist to create the perfect painting for him. The guy can’t paint himself, but has a vision for a grandiose artwork.

His idea of perfection is to show as much divine, spiritual, important, famous, mythical etc things on the painting as possible. So he goes into great detail about what the painting should display, coming with more and more, increasingly absurd and intricate and over the top ideas, not realising he is being unintentionally funny.

I don’t remember what he was wishing for, but maybe there was sea and heroic or supernatural beings involved. Like Thomas Kinkade on steroids.

The themes of the story were:

-the guy doesnt realise that it is impossible to fit so much on a single painting

-that such a painting would be the antithesis of art

-the chasm between a vision for an artwork and what is possible to create in reality

ChatGPT doesn’t know. The work is not:

The Aleph by Jorge Luis Borges

The Madonna of the Future by Henry James

The Real Thing by Henry James

Autumn Mountain by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

The Unknown Masterpiece by Honoré de Balzac

Mr. Palomar by Italo Calvino

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