Book Report On The Sun Also Rises

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They came to Europe, where the lady had been educated, and stayed three years. The lady who had him, her name was Frances, found toward the end of the second year that her looks were going, and her attitude toward Robert changed from one of careless possession and exploitation to the absolute determination that he should marry her.During these three years, the first spent in travel, the last two in Paris, Robert Cohn had two friends, Braddocks and myself. During this time Robert's mother had settled an allowance on him, about three hundred dollars a month.No one had ever made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton.

They came to Europe, where the lady had been educated, and stayed three years. The lady who had him, her name was Frances, found toward the end of the second year that her looks were going, and her attitude toward Robert changed from one of careless possession and exploitation to the absolute determination that he should marry her.During these three years, the first spent in travel, the last two in Paris, Robert Cohn had two friends, Braddocks and myself. During this time Robert's mother had settled an allowance on him, about three hundred dollars a month.No one had ever made him feel he was a Jew, and hence any different from anybody else, until he went to Princeton.

I first became aware of his lady's attitude toward him one night after the three of us had dined together.

We had dined at l'Avenue's and afterward went to the Café de Versailles for coffee.

The quintessential novel of the Lost Generation, The Sun Also Rises is one of Ernest Hemingway’s masterpieces and a classic example of his spare but powerful writing style.

A poignant look at the disillusionment and angst of the post-World War I generation, the novel introduces two of Hemingway’s most unforgettable characters: Jake Barnes and Lady Brett Ashley.

He took it out in boxing, and he came out of Princeton with painful self-consciousness and the flattened nose, and was married by the first girl who was nice to him.

He was married five years, had three children, lost most of the fifty thousand dollars his father left him, the balance of the estate having gone to his mother, hardened into a rather unattractive mould under domestic unhappiness with a rich wife; and just when he had made up his mind to leave his wife she left him and went off with a miniature-painter.In California he fell among literary people and, as he still had a little of the fifty thousand left, in a short time he was backing a review of the Arts.The review commenced publication in Carmel, California, and finished in Provincetown, Massachusetts.They did not even remember that he was middleweight boxing champion. Robert Cohn was a member, through his father, of one of the richest Jewish families in New York, and through his mother of one of the oldest.I mistrust all frank and simple people, especially when their stories hold together, and I always had a suspicion that perhaps Robert Cohn had never been middleweight boxing champion, and that perhaps a horse had stepped on his face, or that maybe his mother had been frightened or seen something, or that he had, maybe, bumped into something as a young child, but I finally had somebody verify the story from Spider Kelly. At the military school where he prepped for Princeton, and played a very good end on the football team, no one had made him race-conscious."I know a girl in Strasbourg who can show us the town," I said. I thought it was accidental and went on: "She's been there two years and knows everything there is to know about the town. I couldn't go, that would be all.""Don't be silly.""You don't know Frances. Senlis is a good place and we can stay at the Grand Cerf and take a hike in the woods and come home.""Good, that will be fine.""Well, I'll see you to-morrow at the courts," I said."Good-night, Jake," he said, and started back to the café."You forgot to get your paper," I said."That's so." He walked with me up to the kiosque at the corner. " He turned with the paper in his hand."No, why should I be? I watched him walk back to the café holding his paper.She's a swell girl."I was kicked again under the table and, looking, saw Frances, Robert's lady, her chin lifting and her face hardening."Hell," I said, "why go to Strasbourg? Cohn said he wanted to buy a paper and would walk to the corner with me. If I know an American girl that lives in Strasbourg what the hell is it to Frances? I rather liked him and evidently she led him quite a life.In his last year at Princeton he read too much and took to wearing spectacles.I never met any one of his class who remembered him.By that time Cohn, who had been regarded purely as an angel, and whose name had appeared on the editorial page merely as a member of the advisory board, had become the sole editor.It was his money and he discovered he liked the authority of editing.

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