why is earnest hemingway seen as a symbol of manliness when he killed himself like an emo little bitch?
He didn't even fight in any wars and get ptsd, he just killed himself because he was worried and stuff like a sensitive, little bitch who can't take it
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He was a communist spy.
His mom was mean to him, which is the most masculine thing a man can undergo. Haven't you watched the Sopranos?
he drove ambulances to the front in WW1 and was severely wounded, wtf are you talking about? At least put some effort in your shitposts
Killing yourself is the manliest way to go out. Having so much control over your life that you choose when you die. That's manly as fuck.
Enjoy being defeated by cancer or heart failure and going out like a bitch
Go read a biography of Papa and see how you feel. Hell, just read this:
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>why is earnest hemingway seen as a symbol of manliness
he drank booze, he fucked many bitches and he killed lots of fish and animals
beat that you cuck
So on an historic afternoon in June in Paris in 1929, Hemingway and Callaghan boxed a few rounds with Fitzgerald serving as timekeeper. The second round went on for a long time. Both men began to get tired, Hemingway got careless. Callaghan caught him a good punch and dropped Hemingway on his back. At the next instant Fitzgerald cried out, “Oh, my God! I let the round go four minutes.”
“All right, Scott,” Ernest said. “If you want to see me getting the shit knocked out of me, just say so. Only don’t say you made a mistake.”
According to Callaghan’s estimate, Scott never recovered from that moment. One believes it. Four months later, a cruel and wildly inaccurate story about this episode appeared in the Herald Tribune book section. It was followed by a cable sent collect by Fitzgerald at Hemingway’s insistence. “HAVE SEEN STORY IN HERALD TRIBUNE. ERNEST AND I AWAIT YOUR CORRECTION. SCOTT FITZGERALD.”
Since Callaghan had already written such a letter to the paper, none of the three men could ever forgive each other.
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As the vignettes, the memoirs, and the biographies of Hemingway proliferate, Callaghan’s summer in Paris may take on an importance beyond its literary merit, for it offers a fine clue to the logic of Hemingway’s mind, and tempts one to make the prediction that there will be no definitive biography of Hemingway until the nature of his personal torture is better comprehended. It is possible Hemingway lived every day of his life in the style of the suicide. What a great dread is that. It is the dread which sits in the silences of his short declarative sentences. At any instant, by any failure in magic, by a mean defeat, or by a moment of cowardice, Hemingway could be thrust back again into the agonizing demands of his courage. For the life of his talent must have depended on living in a psychic terrain where one must either be brave beyond one’s limit, or sicken closer into a bad illness, or, indeed, by the ultimate logic of the suicide, must advance the hour in which one would make another reconnaissance into one’s death.
That may be why Hemingway turned in such fury on Fitzgerald. To be knocked down by a smaller man could only imprison him further into the dread he was forever trying to avoid. Each time his physical vanity suffered a defeat, he would be forced to embark on a new existential gamble with his life. So he would naturally think of Fitzgerald’s little error as an act of treachery, for the result of that extra minute in the second round could only be a new bout of anxiety which would drive his instinct into ever more dangerous situations. Most men find their profoundest passion in looking for a way to escape their private and secret torture. It is not likely that Hemingway was a brave man who sought danger for the sake of the sensations it provided him. What is more likely the truth of his long odyssey is that he struggled with his cowardice and against a secret lust to suicide all of his life, that his inner landscape was a nightmare, and he spent his nights wrestling with the gods. It may even be that the final judgment on his work may come to the notion that what he failed to do was tragic, but what he accomplished was heroic, for it is possible he carried a weight of anxiety within him from day to day which would have suffocated any man smaller than himself. There are two kinds of brave men. Those who are brave by the grace of nature, and those who are brave by an act of will. It is the merit of Callaghan’s long anecdote that the second condition is suggested to be Hemingway’s own.
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sensitiveness is the manliest thing you can have :)
He had no control. He killed himself because his wife had guardianship over him and was ignoring his pleas not to return to electroshock therapy.
His wife literally had him electric shocked until he was almost a vegetable. He was not himself around the time he died.
Holy shit. Source user?
He had HFE hereditary haemochromatosis, there is no way to control that, and there are even less ways to control that if you're having it in the '60s, when electroshock therapies were still used.
they are still used today
Not for depression, manic phases and psychosis. He got unlucky and missed on those sweet pharma pills.
it's like most left wing hipster faggot affinities, they try to make up for their physical side of ectomorphic body types with weak jaws and bad vision, and their mental side of scheming, effeminate backstabbing courtly natures by replacing these with a more strong simulacrum.
think of the way they attach themselves to ironic images of manhood like having beards, tattoos, or drinking beer.
yeah dawg he was in world war I. it's hard to imagine experiencing a more brutal war than that. he volunteered to go into that hell to try and save people and his country wasn't even at war.
This is wrong. They are still used for depression, if medication is ineffective. It's called "electro convulsive therapy".
I agree with this here user.
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His brain and personality was super fucked by the time he killed himself. He was mentally unhealthy user, you can't judge him at that state of mind like he was the same person who wrote his books.
> ambulance driver in WW1
>Drank more than any human should
He had a lot of shit wrong with his head user, the last of which was the shotgun blast-sized hole.
Wow, what a coward. I guess I'm not reading any of his books then
Decades of heavy boozing, undiagnosed hereditary illness and poor treatment would fuck up anybody at that point. Not saying he was the most manly manly man but the suicide is irrelevant to this anyhow.
He had haemochromatosis wich fuck your brains out and also an alcoholic. You can see the self suicide patrons in the other member families that suffer the same illness.
also this
tfw people still believe hunters are doing anything bad, whilst paying up to 50k to shoot lions and other animals, which in turns actually saves those very animals