I couldn't help but be quiete moved by this book, especially since the narrator had a sonorous, wonderful voice throughout the entire performance. Hemmingway's spartan prose was never more fulfilling, blah...blah...blah
Yet I can't help but be quite disatisfied by the many pifituflly sparks-notish readings of this book. Granted--it isn't terribly difficult, but to shrug it off as an "allegory of the human condition" is cowardly and rougish. In response to the full weight of cliche interpretations, then, I offer the following questions up to the assembled online masses:
-Cuba/America's relationship, through the narrative
--"Baseball": dreams and such?
----A dream? What about the "great DiMaggio" as some sort of God, or Dream figure?
Simple prose, simple story--simple message? In essence, yes. That's why its such a good book to teach to elementary school kids. Yet...
Who knows what else there is.
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