“Cross country snow”
This was the story about Ski, Nick and George did Ski. They on the way went to the inn, drunk and ate cake, they enjoyed the ski, talking about the places they longing-Oberland, Valais, Schhwartzwald… but they must go back to home.
I felt Hemingway’s metaphor in the scene of Ski was well- “one leg forward and bent, the other trailing; his sticks hanging like some insect’s thin legs,…”, “the sticks accenting the curve like points of light, all in a wild cloud of snow.”, “keeping his knees locked tight together and turning his body like tightening a screw…”.
“My old man”
This story was written about jockey who was a father of a son, did running and skipping of rope for the purpose of keeping down,…and he went to from Italy to French, he got a horse by the stable and become an owner of a horse, he was died during the race with his own horse he rode on.
I felt nuts about the repetition of expression when his father did skipping rope-“…and him skipping rope out in the white dust with the rope going cloppetty, cloppetty, clop, clop, clop, and the sun hotter,…” this was so rhythmical. Like “Cross country snow”, he was well of using metaphor, when the last of the father’s race depicted as follows, “That was the day he’d won the Premio Commericio with lantorna shooting her out of the field the last hundred meters like pulling a cork out of a bottle. I’m enjoyed in the scene the atmosphere during the race-“Gee, it’s awful when they passed us and then you have to watch them go farther away and get smaller and smaller and then all bunched up on the turns and they come around towards into the stretch and you feel like swearing and goddamming worse and worse.” This depicted the reality in the field the customers absorbed in and feel like saying bad worse words…I also enjoyed the last scene of the race-“Kzar came on faster than I’d ever seen anything in my life and pulled up on Kircubbin that was going fast as any black horse could go with the jock flogging hell out of him with the gad and they were right dead neck and neck for a second but Kzar seemed going about twice as fast with those great jumps and that head out-but it was while they were neck and neck that they passed the winning post and when the numbers went up in the slots the first one was 2 and that meant Kircubbin had won.” I first time watched the scene of the steeplechase, so I’m absorbed in the steeplechase’s scene-“I couldn’t see who it was, but in a minute the horse was up and galloping free and the field, all bunched still sweeping around the long left turn into the straightaway. They jumped the stone wall and came jammed down the stretch toward the big water-jump right in front of the stands. I saw them coming and hollered at my old man as he went by, and he was leading by about a length and riding way out, and light as a monkey, and they were racing for the water-jump in a pack…”.
“Big two-hearted river; part1”
This story was Nick went to the places burned off and did fishing a trout, caught a grasshopper, and a camp at this.
First, the impressive scene was grasshoppers was all black, and when grasshoppers was nibbling at the wool of his sock with its fourway lip, Nick realized that they had all turned black from living in the burned-over land. It was interesting expression-when Nick turned grasshoppers up, all his legs walking in the air, and looked at his jointed belly. For about animal depiction, I felt beautiful about the depiction of a trout-“He watched them holding themselves with their noses into the current, many trout in deep, fast moving water, slightly distorted as he watched far down through the glassy convex surface of the pool, its surface pushing and swelling smooth against the resistance of the log driven piles of the bridge. At the bottom of the pool, big trout looking to hold themselves on the graved bottom in a varying mist of gravel and sand, raised in spurts by the current." , “Nick looked down the river at the trout rising. They were rising to insects come from the swamp on the other side of the stream when the sun went down. The trout jumped out of water to take them. While Nick walked thorough the little stretch of meadow alongside the stream, trout had jumped high out of water. Now as he looked down the river, the insects must be settling on the surface, for the trout were feeding steadily all down the stream. As far down the long stretch as he could see, the trout were rising, making circles all down the surface of the water, as though it were starting to rain. I felt the reality and it’s congenial when the camps took place not least the two phrase as follows-“He put sugar in the empty apricot cup and poured some of the coffee out to cool. It was too hot to pour and he used his hat to hold the handle of the coffee pot.”, “A mosquito hummed close to his ear. Nick sat up and lit a match. The mosquito was on the canvas, over his head. Nick moved the match quickly up to it. The mosquito made a satisfactory hiss in the flame.”
Bibliography
Ernest Hemingway, (1958), In our time; stories by Ernest Hemingway, New York: Scribner
(北村太郎訳、1982年、『われらの時代に』(ヘミングウェイ短編集1)、荒地出版社)
