0/5 – Hills like White Elephants.
The word that comes to mind is “disappointed” when I think of Ernest Hemingway’s 1927 so-called “masterpiece.” I thought that it would be a visceral, titillating story about a mound of dirt and its humane, at times sensual enjoyment of the soft, plodding footsteps of a white elephant on its plush surface. But no. According to Sparknotes, it’s all secretly about abortion. What is this bullshit? Hills are hills. White elephants are white elephants. And if the title says “Hills like white elephants,” then I’d better see some white elephant-on-hill action. This is a rare miss from Mr. Hemingway. Let’s hope his next published work is better.
—M. Kuo
