The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber by Ernest Hemingway
When we write about a book, we are supposed to judge it on its literary merits and not delve into how we feel about the writer, the breakfast we had before writing and such trivialities.
However, I am an amateur reviewer, who does this for the fun of it, with the remote possibility in mind that my daughter or possible future grandchildren might be curious one day to see what their ancestor thought about one book or another.
And this is a kind of a pretext to write what was on my mind at the time of reading or simply when writing about the book.
In the case of Hemingway, my feelings are mixed: I admire the writer and have enjoyed, in various degrees, the books I have read, but I dislike the hunter and the man who loved bull fighting.
It has been explained to me that a bull has much more dignity when he is killed in front of thousands of people, than when an electric shock, or whatever they use nowadays to put to death an animal.
My belief is that many years from now, our descendants will look upon us with about the same attitude we have towards slave owners: these were the times, but the cruelty cannot be denied.
The fact that we still eat and hunt animals will change. Maybe in one hundred years, but it will.
The story of Francis Macomber revolves around a safari and an accident. I will not go into the details of the accident, which I am not sure was not a planned accident, or the result of a suppressed desire, but neither the description of the hunting of wild animals is very much to my taste.
There are human relationships which are affected during the hunt, but damn them I would say: the animals they killed suffered more that those cruel humans, who change affinities, or even lovers.
I must assume the prejudice I bring here and admit that I may simply be unable to get it: I would never travel thousands of miles to kill a few beautiful animals. Hemingway, Roosevelt did.
In and around my house there are nine animals, so I do not understand the elation Macomber feels after he kills buffaloes.