What Hemingway Knew About Bears

What Hemingway Knew About Bears Allow me to clear my palate. I have just read a penny-dreadful, Ned Buntline of a “review” — a sort of compare and contrast of two texts — that is the most pretentious, psycho-babble-filled yammering that I have — as a compensated literary critic for, lo, these thirty two years — ever bloody read. Purportedly, these effete ravings of a pseudo-intellectual mind unschooled in human nature, and yet, by virtue of his having READ books by humans, believing himself to be an expert on the homo that is sapient, are to illuminate the soul of an author, whose opacity only increases in direct proportion to the scrivener’s tenacity: what seemed at first an interesting mystery ends the long and long and LOOOOOONG essay/review/maundering with the author in question opaque even to himself. That’s some kind of... [read full story]