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The article discusses the writer Ernest Hemingway's work. "Hemingway's prose was chaste as a mountain stream," one follower of field and stream ventured boldly about a style that had as little to do with chastity as the man who mastered it. Neither his life nor his style; for his style was his life-fitted the formality that literature must be suited to maiden eyes and cars even when, behind a critic's specs, the eyes belonged to a maiden mind. The style is the man and Hemingway's was not achieved in pursuit of an award for good writing bestowed by writer Martha Foley. It was the development of a personality's real need, and the need was for light and simplicity. In touching multitudes enduring a murky complexity he therefore touched them religiously. |
