It’s a book about the true man Hemingway: the writer, his tastes, his love for literature and war literature, the countries he prefers, why he loves Spain, the African bush, the Italian sky, his parisienne memories, the things he’s really interested in, who he considers the best American writer, his opinion on Tolstoi, Stendhal, Napoleon’s influence on them. And mani other fascinating and remarkable things
But it’s also a book about shooting animals and white hunters who feel so wonderful when a lion gets down hit by a Springfiled’s or Mannlicher’s bullet and enjoy the “triumph”. White hunters who are delighted when make a fancy shot at about two hundreds yards and break the animal’s neck, and the guides slap on their back. White hunters who are sad if someone has killed the best rhino with the most wonderful-looking horn.
It’s awful and then sometimes I think that this book, considering that it’s a non-fictional book, should be banned.