So many times, classic novels are identified as such because they broke through some literary barrier. They are lauded and hailed, and yet, when you read them, you say to yourself: shouldn’t I be enjoying this? And so I often approach classics with trepidation, because I dread being trapped in a long, boring novel.
Luckily, The Old Man and the Sea was neither long nor boring. I enjoyed the story of the old fisherman and his relationship with the young boy. The old man sets out to sea in the hopes of finally catching that one big fish, and ending his 85 day stretch of coming back empty-handed. The majority of the novella takes places on the ocean, while the old man struggles to capture that great marlin. There is a beauty and fluidity to Hemingway’s writing, which very much captures the feeling of being on a small boat in the middle of the ocean.
I was never bored with this book. In fact, I found myself wanting to go back to it, getting back to that boat, being pulled along, slowly, by the giant fish. Excellent novel!
4 stars (out of 5)
Published in 1953