In spite of its title, this collection published in 1987 does not include all of Hemingway’s short stories. With the possible exception of some of the Nick Adams stories—that were published in a separate volume in 1972—the stories not included are probably not among Hemingway’s best, however. For the most complete compendium of the short stories to date, there is a 1995 volume introduced by James Fenton and published in the United Kingdom by Random House.

This Finca Vigía edition is certainly more readily available in the United States and it does provide one place for all of Hemingway’s best known and valued short stories.

فقط مقدمه ی کتاب می تونست به تنهایی یک کتاب عالی در مورد همینگوی باشه

Nobody does short stories like Hemingway. Moving between African savannahs, Spanish and French cities and various American settings, he always gets to the point. Human hope and happiness followed by disappointment and loss.

همینگوی سبک خاص خودش رو داره
همینگوی نثرش خاصه
همینگوی از دل بی معنایی معنا در میاره
همینگوی با تنبلی خواننده مخالفه
مجموعه داستانی که غیر از «اردوگاه سرخپوستان» و «گربه زیر باران» هیچکدوم رو دوست نداشتم.
به نظرم همینگوی جز سلیقه من نیست.

In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dull and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.
Now it is necessary to get to the grindstone again. I would like to live long enough to write three more novels and twenty-five more stories. I know some pretty good ones.

With his natural, clear, direct and terse prose, Hemingway is one of the greatest short story writers.

The Master.

190202 from ???: ... now where is it? ah, found again. are you ready to read everything by the man? i like his short stories better than any of his novels, except maybe farewell to arms... by now i can appreciate some feminist criticism of his rampant misogyny, but then i read him as an innocent young man, i read him because i knew his rep, i did not know his persona (really? yes) and in later years (decades..) i have very much come to sympathize with this man who desperately endlessly performs his masculinity because he does not trust his masculinity... i know many men who do more or less the same things for similar reasons, and maybe this is more why he still speaks to the boy inside the man more than any woman..

there is his early work. there is his stylistic aspirations to clarity equals simplicity equals truth. there is the ‘just do it’ buried philosophical assertions, before nike corrupts it, there is that very male way of not talking when you have nothing to say until by default if becomes not talking when you have everything to say. not trusting words is hard when you live by words and there is that masculinist belief that words never say what is important so why say them. i think my absolute favorite hemingway is ‘a clean, well lighted place’ and in my usual lonely pondering as i would not sleep but wander the night streets the way only young big enough men can ever do, looking for that place... i never forget that three characters, three pages, so sad, so true short short story... this alone makes the collection worthwhile...

do i like bleak existential fables? do i think, contra say Jane eyr (or is it Austen?), that everything happens not over dinner parties but hanging and shooting the shit with the guys some lazy afternoon fishing, when you do not care what you catch...

A short story about a cat in the rain and a foreign couple visiting Italy.
The man is reading to pass time, while his wife doesn't know what to do. It's raining. And rain in a foreign country always brings that feeling of suffocation. As looking out of the window, the wife spots a cat left out there in the cold, alone. Pitying the little creature, she decides to help it. Ready to do her best for it, once she brings it in, she goes out accompanied by a maid holding an umbrella for her.
But the cat is gone. And with it, an empty space in the woman's heart appears.
She returns back with attempts to fill it in by saying she would do this and that. But the cat... She really wanted to take care of something that would give her love back. She really wanted a cat. And she knows she won't have her as she looks out of the window.
Yet then the maid brings her a cat.

Well worth getting for around ten-fifteen quid even if you already have The First 49.

My father gave me a copy of Hemingway's short stories when I was thirteen. I didn't appreciate them. Six years later I read them again and thought they were brilliant. Hemingway's great talent was revealing an emotional truth through attention to the smallest details. He said that, if a writer did his job, a reader should feel as though they actually experienced the events in a story. What he succeeds in doing in his work is presenting pivotal moments in life so clearly that they help a reader make sense of similar events in that reader's own life. Masterful writing. Highly recommended.

I think I’ve drunk my fill of Hemingway for the time being. My lasting impression of this collection is that it’s a series of stories about people getting drunk, breaking up or dying. Or bullfighters drinking, getting broken up by bulls and then dying. Hemingway certainly revisits the ideas and themes that interested him most, but there’s no doubt he had a distinctive way with words.

As with any collection, some stories appealed to me more than others. The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber is superbly constructed and written, probably my favourite. The Snows of Kilimanjaro was a gripping, captivating story despite being very bitter and sad. I also enjoyed the recurring episodes about Nick Adams. I think if they were presented as a novel they would come across as episodic and inconclusive, but as impressions of Nick’s life, were very satisfying short stories.

My final thought is that I should have read these stories one at a time, not all at once. I’ll revisit many of these stories after a good break from Hemingway and let them sit with me in isolation. I’ll be interested to see if my impressions are different.

As a writer I find reading Hemingway to be an addiction. His exquisite use of dialogue is second to none. The economy with which he wields his pen masterful, but for every word read I cannot help but reflect upon my own inadequacies. And yet like any addict I keep coming back for more.
I have my favourite Hemingway stories which I will review in time but of his collected works they are something of a mixed bag. At his worst I could not fail to give Papa 5 stars but most notable in this volume are The Fifth Column and the First Forty-Nine Stories.
The book is a must for Hemingway fans but one should be aware that there are a number of unfinished stories and excerpts which can be confusing if you are not fully familiar with his works.