272 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1,1950
Main character, a war-ravaged American colonel....
A young Italian Countess....
“When people talk listen completely. Don’t be thinking what you’re going to say. Most people never listen.”
Not really for me. I truly struggle with Hemingway's style. His writing seems to be so concise and spare that at times it feels almost too minimalist for my taste. I find it difficult to fully engage with the story when the language is so stripped down.
Moreover, the characters in his works often leave me feeling frustrated. They don't seem to have the depth and complexity that I expect from well-developed characters. Their actions and motives sometimes appear rather one-dimensional and not especially believable. It's as if they are mere puppets following a pre-determined script without any real autonomy or inner turmoil.
Perhaps I'm just not the right audience for Hemingway's writing. Maybe those who appreciate a more straightforward and unadorned style would find his works more to their liking. But for me, his writing and characters simply don't click, and I find it hard to get fully immersed in his fictional worlds.
Not as wise and knowing as For Whom the Bell Tolls nor as affecting as the romance in A Farewell to Arms, this book still manages to hit all the high notes of Hemingway's minimalist style. It also features the internal dialogs that the above mentioned works do not have.
Across the River and into the Trees presents the Hemingway hero in the unusual situation of having made it through life's scrapes alive. Richard Cantwell, a WWII veteran ex-patriot living in Venice, is having an affair with a 19-year-old Italian contessa while still consorting with other war veterans as he relives his glory days. Now "half a hundred" years old with a serious heart condition, he wants to enjoy a life of ease, yet it's not easy for him.
The occasion of the novel is the last three days of his life. He has one last fling with the teenage Renata and makes the rounds of his compatriots as he gets ready for one last duck hunt. There's not a lot of action, but Hemingway's gift for truly dazzling dialog and getting to the heart of a character in a few words is on full display. He captures the sights and smells of the setting beautifully.
It can be argued that his women are all the same, but women are not the focus of this Hemingway tale. Rather, it's Cantwell's desperate attempt to be satisfied with his life and finally "cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees" - and, in the end, Hemingway's - that is. I was swept away by this minor, but nonetheless important work by Hemingway.