The most literary hunting story ever recorded. Partly for the same reason as "Death in the Afternoon", which I recently read, I don't include it in the author's Olympus. Certainly, there are some memorable passages in Hemingway. The one where he draws the analogy between the Gulf Stream and the current of human history, or the passage about Tolstoy and the Russian countryside, or even the section on the skies of Spain, Italy and northern Michigan.

However, a few well-aimed digressions are not enough to make a novel unforgettable.

The story may have its moments of beauty and insight, but overall it lacks the depth and coherence to truly stand out.

Perhaps Hemingway was more interested in exploring the themes of hunting and masculinity than in creating a fully realized work of fiction.

Nonetheless, it is still an interesting read and a testament to Hemingway's skill as a writer.

This book is not only a travelogue but also a time-travelogue. It is not fictional but a real travel account of Hemingway's own African experiences. Hemingway takes the reader on a safari in the 1930s, and requires a bit of adjustment from the modern (female) reader to swallow the book's racial and gender attitudes.

Nevertheless, the book at its best is a thrilling description of big game hunting and shooting. Interspersed are some random thoughts on literature and writing, both of which were surely constantly revolving in Mr. Hemingway's mind.

The Finnish translation felt a bit stiff with its long, meandering sentences, and perhaps the book should be read again in the original language. There was also a carelessness in the translation that slightly diminished the pleasure of reading.

This is a non-fiction account of a big-game hunting safari that Ernest Hemingway and his second wife Pauline Marie Pfeiffer embarked on in December 1933. They journeyed to East Africa, where, with the assistance of native trackers, they hunted buffalo, rhinoceros, kudu, and sable antelope. These were the main attractions of the hunt. However, what was perhaps more significant was the competition among the hunters to achieve the biggest kill. In my opinion, the competition between the men was rather childish, and the hunt itself was gruesome and revolting.

The book is divided into four parts: "Pursuit and Conversation", "Pursuit Remembered", "Pursuit and Failure", and "Pursuit as Happiness". In the first and second parts, Hemingway shares his personal views on several American and European authors, such as Mark Twain, Stephen Crane, Sinclair Lewis, James Joyce, Rainer Maria Rilke, Leo Tolstoy, Gustave Flaubert, and Fyodor Dostoevsky. He mentions which of their works he admires the most, but there is no in-depth analysis of any of the writers. This added a touch of interest, but I fail to understand why it is included in a book about African hunting.

The second part features a flashback to earlier hunting in the Rift Valley of Tanzania. The third part, titled "Pursuit and Failure", is filled with grumbling, complaining, and whining, with the men behaving like small boys. The fourth part is a bit better. The "little boys" became less sour when they managed to kill more animals. Hemingway becomes lyrical when there is a possibility of success, describing virgin forests and lands of pristine beauty. He has the ability to see the nobility, beauty, and intelligence of the Maasai people. Unfortunately, he then reverts to the hunt, to the tracking of blood trails and the gruesome slaughter and skinning of his prey, and again his fixation on who got the biggest and best kill.

I am being generous when I give this book two stars; most of it I did not like at all. The parts that were not disgusting or childish were simply boring. This could have been a much better book if Hemingway had stopped pouting and observed the landscape and its people with an open mind. The audiobook, narrated by Josh Lucas, was okay. At times, especially in the beginning, he spoke softly and mumbled, making it difficult to hear clearly. It did improve. I have no idea if the African words were pronounced correctly, but it was clear that he enjoyed the swearing in Hemingway's text. Hemingway speaks to us in the first person, but the intonation used is not how I想象 Hemingway would have sounded. I usually enjoy Hemingway's prose style, but there are only a few such lines in this book.

"To read is to travel while staying still", and I must say that with this book of Hemingway's, I have traveled.

With Hemingway, I have traveled to the Africa of the kudu, to the black Africa, to the lush and untouched Africa of its green hills and pristine nature, to the Africa of the Masai, an indigenous tribe that lives in the wild, relying on what the mother earth offers them.

A journey that Hemingway took in Africa in 1933 with his wife, a journey in which not only hunting, Hemingway's great passion, is talked about, but also literature and three writers who are considered the top: Mark Twain, Stephen Crane, and Henry James.

A journey for which I thank Hemingway for having accompanied me to the most真实 and intimate Africa.

Having just read Ernest Hemingway’s Green Hills of Africa, I have started to gain an understanding of why he took his own life in 1961. I had not delved into any of Hemingway's works for over thirty years, and now I realize there was a certain rationale behind this.

In the book, there is Papa H in Africa, constantly professing his love for the place and the people. However, he is envious of Karl, another member of his hunting party, who is more successful in obtaining the big trophies. Even when he manages to kill a kudu, which he has been striving for throughout the entire length of the book, he has this conversation with Pop, the leader of the group, all the while being conscious that Karl has bagged a bigger kudu.

“We have very primitive emotions,” [Pop] said. “It’s impossible not to be competitive. Spoils everything, though.”

“I’m all through with that,” said. “I’m all right again. I had quite a trip, you know.”

The only snag is that I didn't believe him. Time and again, Hemingway is overly conscious of competing, of looking good in the eyes of his fellow hunters and his native assistants. He talks about Droopy, a native tracker.

M’Cola [another tracker] was not jealous of Droopy. He simply knew that Droop was a better man than he was. more of a hunter, a faster and cleaner tracker, and a great stylist in everything he did.

At another juncture, Papa mentions his “wanting to make a shot to impress Droopy.”

Hemingway, too, was a great stylist—in his own unique way. The prose of The Green Hills of Africa at times ascends to the level of poetry. In this, he succumbs to the happiness trap, always desiring to be happy, always surmounting hurdles and advancing from one triumph to another. But life doesn't unfold in such a manner. One must appreciate the little things, behave with a sense of prayer and gratitude when taking the life of some magnificent game, and seize the fleeting moments of happiness while resolutely slogging through all the merde that a life is interspersed with.

Hemingway’s Green Hills of Africa is a rather curious work to assess.

For the initial hundred pages or so, one can sense the novelist stretching the limits of what was supposed to be a non-fiction piece. Literary enthusiasts will easily recognize the beginnings of “The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber” and “The Snows of Kilimanjaro.” Looking back through Hemingway’s biography, it becomes evident that things were starting to turn sour between him and his wife, Pauline. And I believe this is somewhat reflected in Green Hills. It doesn’t seem like a huge leap to observe that some of the early conversations between the husband and wife are filled with a tension that hints at discord beneath a brittle (and deliberately projected) exterior. There were moments when I felt the dialogue was on par with Hemingway’s finest. But then he veers away from that darker path and settles into a more superficial account of the hunt.

And yet, the book never becomes completely flat, as it alternates between Hemingway's profound meditations and his thrilling stalking and shooting scenes. At its best, it combines these two elements seamlessly. For instance, there is an almost mystical hunt for a rhino, which Hemingway shoots from a great distance. I considered this to be one of the book’s most outstanding passages, demonstrating the author’s descriptive prowess at its peak. There is also a captivating passage involving the stalking of an unseen lion. The real danger is palpable, and Hemingway captures it exquisitely. Additionally, there are numerous passages on writing and writers that reveal Hemingway as a true connoisseur of the craft. And there is even a strange stream of consciousness meditation on the Gulf Stream and life, which is achieved through a two-page sentence! Audacious, indeed. Faulkner might have adored it, but I’m not certain it suits the context of what, at least on the surface, Hemingway was attempting to achieve. On the negative side, there is Hemingway’s personality, which can be grating. Arrogant, childish, and often cruel, getting to know him in a non-fiction setting doesn’t necessarily make one love him. However, to Hemingway’s credit, there are several instances where he acknowledges these aspects of himself. Green Hills of Africa is an interesting read, but perhaps more so because of its connection to Hemingway’s overall biography than for the book itself.

Leidsin selle Lutsu raamatukogu tasuta raamatute riiulist.

I held it in my hand and a man sat down beside me, with a smile on his face, and started talking about this book and Hemingway's background. He said he had been a pilot and wrote this book before his adventure, about the jungle explorations in it. And then he disappeared. And my curiosity was aroused. I took the book home.

But now, starting to read it, I realized that it is nothing but a description of the killing of animals that are now in danger of extinction. From beginning to end. Having read 50 pages already, I skimmed through the remaining part of the book and then put it aside. How long can one read about the bombing of rhinoceroses? It doesn't interest me, it doesn't suit me.

Youth is a young officer who is summoned to serve in the desert.

He sets off after saying goodbye to his mother. The fortress is located in the middle of a desert.

After being imprisoned, Youth experiences a state where he has deep roots in loneliness, and of course, the vastness of the desert and the anticipation of war add to his situation.

In the beginning, life there is difficult for him, but he gets used to being imprisoned. Youth realizes from the very first night that he must leave there as soon as possible and distance himself from this inhospitable place.

But fate has a different plan for the young Youth.

The book was unique.

The second book is about his journey to Africa. He went there to hunt the kudu (an African ungulate). All the details of the journey are beautifully described. Although I don't like hunting, Hemingway's pen in this book is no less than that in the book "Paris Without a Celebration". Especially the last ten pages of the book.

I return to Africa again, but not to make money. I can do this with two assistants and a cheap notebook. I return to a place where I can enjoy myself; real life, not just passing the days.

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I read this book because I was in the Chulu Hills in Kenya, the very place that Hemingway was writing about, but I could barely finish it. I have always admired the skill with which Hemingway wrote fiction. However, this is a memoir/reportage where the writer firmly inserts himself into the story. From the rawest perspective, he reveals himself to be a mean, self-absorbed, and destructive person at that point in his life.

To be fair, I have read the biography of Martha Gelhorn and remember the passages that describe her marriage to and subsequent divorce from Hemingway. By that time, Hemingway was chasing imagined submarines off Cuba, a "hunting" fantasy. At the end, he wrote in a letter to her, "Are you a journalist or a wife in my bed?" What an insult! As if being his wife could outweigh or even measure up to the rewards and excitement of reporting, writing, and living as an independent woman. Pshaw!

I despised Hemingway in this book. It only gets one star for no more than three insightful passages.

Uch ach och, in front of me is the weakest - actually the only weak - Hem. It is more of a travelogue/description of a place than a regular novel. The story lies in the hunt for wild animals and tribes in the African wilderness. What stands out is the strict description of nature or the hunters. Okay, there are a few interesting stories, but unlike the rest of the author's work, there is a significant deviation from reality to descriptiveness, but that kind of without excitement. It is a bit like "reading" a documentary film. True, precisely because of this, someone might like this masterpiece just because of that...

This book seems to offer a different kind of reading experience. While it may lack the excitement and drama often found in traditional novels, its detailed descriptions of the African landscape and the hunting activities provide a unique perspective. The author's ability to paint a vivid picture of the wild and the people who inhabit it is truly remarkable.

However, some readers may find the lack of a strong narrative arc or character development a bit disappointing. But perhaps that is the charm of this particular work. It allows the reader to immerse themselves in the world of the African bush and experience it through the author's eyes.

Overall, despite its weaknesses, this book has its own appeal and is worth reading for those who are interested in African culture and nature.

Hemingway's hunt in Africa was a remarkable adventure. It was not just a simple pursuit of game but a profound exploration of the wild and himself. His account of this hunt is like a unique version of "Travels with Charlie," but with a different backdrop and a more intense focus on the raw nature of the African continent.

During this hunt, Hemingway not only described the thrilling moments of the chase but also shared his interesting comments on literature, especially American literature. He seemed to draw parallels between the wildness of Africa and the boldness and vitality of American literature. His words offered a fresh perspective on the connection between nature and art, and how both could inspire and shape a person's understanding of the world.

Overall, Hemingway's hunt in Africa was a memorable experience that he captured vividly in his writing. His account not only entertained readers but also provided valuable insights into his views on literature and life. It was a journey that left a lasting impression on both Hemingway and those who read about his adventures.

A “lyrical journal.”

This is truly a beautiful work, with Hemingway展现ing his finest. It once again illustrates his remarkable eye for both the serene and the mundane. It should be read by all those who write for themselves, those who write to remember, and those who write to refine the world around them into slices of poetry.

The subject matter itself is extremely interesting. In many ways, it is an anthropological work, as it describes both the handsome Masai and the now long antiquated philosophies of the European big game hunters. Hemingway loves them both equally, and who could argue with the perfection he discovers in the chase and in the thrill of a demonstration of skill.

Green Hills of Africa is clever, true, and always beautiful. It does compete with his fiction and surpasses it in many aspects, perhaps except in its lack of a love interest. But maybe that's just the way life is. Sorry, man.