“So it’s a town full of bright boys” –The Killers
Joseph Wood Krutch called the stories in Men Without Women "sordid little catastrophes" involving "very vulgar people,” an assessment I find ungenerous and vulgar in its own way, to miss the subtlety and elegance of the prose, to miss the humanity and vulnerability underneath the bravado and bullfighting and boxing. I know Hemingway is out of fashion at the moment as supposed misogynist and drunk, and there's evidence for that, but I think it's somewhat too narrow to dismiss him altogether. However, it is probably true that he unfortunately captures some of the worst aspects of male culture at times, including things he was known for:
“Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?”—is a line from one of the few women who actually speak in this book (though, hey, you were warned by the title!), appropriately telling off a blowhard (male) soon-to-be-ex.
The best of these stories are among the finest in the English language: “Hills Like White Elephants,” “The Killers,” “In Another Country,” “Fifty Grand,” “Now I Lay Me,” though I want to make a pitch, too, for the story of the aging bullfighter in “The Undefeated,” which has amazing passages of description, as painful as it is now for most people (including me) to see the cruelty of the slow killing of the bull. But the twin portraits of the older bullfighter and bull are powerful, in spite of that. Both are undefeated, in the way of The Old Man in the Sea.
“Fifty Grand” resembles a story Hem published in his high school literary magazine, Tabula,“A Matter of Colour,” when he attended Oak Park High School (which I, name dropper, mention because it is near my house, and where they have a small shrine to the local hero outside the school). The story is one of a fight fix gone badly, an old switcheroo, and is really wonderful.
"Hills Like White Elephantts" is the very demonstration of Hem's "iceberg" theory of fiction, which attests that most of what matters in any story is what is left out, unsaid. The focus in the story is a conversation between a man and a woman where the central, crucial topic is unnamed. Anguishing. A classic.
I love "The Killers" a noir story Hem also drafted in high school, as much as any story he ever wrote, for the dialogue alone, the story (again) of a washed-up boxer pursued by two mobsters. A teenager watches it all and learns something sad about life through his participating in the events of the story.
What we see in these stories, some of them very short, just anecdotes, are men whose actions help Hem establish a kind of code of honor, gentlemen who exhibit the courage of “grace under pressure,” men who (in spite of the quote above) actually are typically tight-lipped, not too sentimental, nor pretentious. Lean, rich stories. It was a pleasure to reread them.