“A Farewell to Arms is one of the great books of the twentieth century.” – So says the first line of the introduction of this book by Sean Hemingway (Ernest’s grandson). I disagree.
While there are some interesting insights into the misery and meaninglessness of war (WWI in this case), little else about the book seemed worth reading. Imagine a book written by a depressed alcoholic writing about war, love, and loss… this is that book.
Hemingway does manage to leave the reader on the most depressing note ever, so I suppose that could be conceived as a plus (spoiler alert: the main character, whom I imagine to be a literary version of Hemingway, knocks up a girl, they escape to Switzerland, drink a lot, she gives birth, the baby dies, and then she dies, the end).