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...shouldn't surprise that Waugh batted better than he writes. His tour diaries have been bestsellers, but Out of My Comfort Zone reads like a compilation of these - a superdiary in which almost everything is deemed worth a mention. Waugh's probably never heard of Ernest Hemingway's theory of omission, which is basically that prose reads better when the obvious is left out. Hemingway would have choked on Waugh's cavalcade of superfluous adjectives, and on sentences like, "Failure can lead you into a dark abyss of gloom and depression." But then Hemingway couldn't play the cut shot...
...ALSO RISES?Ernest Hemingway?Scribner ($2). A lot of people expected a big novel from burly young Author Hemingway. His short work (In Ou Time, 1925) bit deeply into life. He said things naturally, calmly tersely, accurately. He wrote only; about things he had experienced mostly outdoors, as a doctor's son in northern Michigan and as a self-possessed young tramp in Europe. Philosophically his implication was: "Life's great. Don't let it rattle...
...ironic witticisms are amusing, for a few chapters. There is considerable emotion, consciously restrained quite subtle. Experts may pronounce the book a masterpiece of sex-frustration psychology. But the reader is very much inclined to echo a remark that is one of Jake's favorites and, presumably Author Hemingway's too, "Oh, what the hell...
...Hemingway and O. Henry used to pick at the paper’s typewriters, and once upon a time, reporters would slide into the darkroom to sip a little bourbon. Or so one reporter told me. The aging newsroom displayed its two Pulitzers between the escalators, right where you couldn’t miss them. In the cafeteria, I ate the sweet butter biscuits that ladies pushed to me, saying, “Sugar” or “Miss April,” small names dropped into my hand with my pennies and dimes...
...Homer's watercolors of leaping trout and thrashing bass, the Big Fish dominating the foreground, are a curious conjunction of the merely illustrative and the frenetically decorative. In his sober moods he was rarely off-key. His Adirondack paintings have the astringent completeness of the Michigan woods in early Hemingway. Perhaps no painting has ever conveyed a hunter's anxiety better than Hound and Hunter, with its flustered boy in the dinghy trying to get a rope on a shot stag's antlers before its corpse sinks, lurching to and fro in a cave of forest darkness and disturbed silver...