Guess What? bet you never knew....

Did you know...that I think Ernest Hemingway is a terrible writer. I swear...I am not making it up. I wouldn't make that up. We (meaning I with my public school education) have always been told he is a great American writer. Well I say I hate him...I know, I know...hate is strong, but I feel nothing other than loathing when his name comes up. His stupid short, choppy sentences.
(fake Hemingway quote, by laura) The tree is green and shining. The sky was blue....agh....great American writer, really??

He has no panache at all...how can he be great?? Why is he great? Because he was a big and boisterous white dude who traveled the world? Shot at stuff in various continents, and drank a bunch of firewater in his time...is that why?? It doesn't even matter where or when his name comes up either...even if my Gram...(god rest her soul) said he was her favorite and that he hung the moon. I would even tell her my theory! And no self respecting grandkid tangles with the all-knowing Gram, she might stop making peas for you or that wonderful cinnamon applesauce... That's real hate, right? a non-tangle with grandma sort of hate. When I hear someone tout the chams and elegance of Hemingway it makes me want to puke in my shoe! I wouldn't wear those shoes ever again, if I did puke in them, just so you know. But, it makes me want to puke none the less. Here is a good one of the Papa...holding a big firearm AND swilling a cocktail!! Live on big boring American writer.