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English: Hemingway posing for a dust jacket photo by Lloyd Arnold for the first edition of “For Whom the Bell Tolls”, at the Sun Valley Lodge, Idaho, late 1939. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A Farewell to Arms





A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

A Farewell to Arms (1929) by Ernest Miller Hemingway was one of the books I read in my undergraduate years, and, like many writers before me, the book had a deep impact on me to become a writer. At the time of my first reading of this novel, I was twenty or twenty-one and by the time I reached the end I was in tears. My tears came at not only the story’s finale but in Hemingway’s subtle ability to tell such a simple story so damn well. Now I am thirty-four, and by the time I came to the end I was not in tears (perhaps I have grown too cynical in the last decade) but I still admire much the same things I did on my first reading.

One of the things I really enjoyed on my first reading, and now again after a dozen years or so, is how Hemingway can capture the inner-depths of his character’s feelings. The result is simple clarity with stunning results:

”I did not say anything. I was always embarrassed by the words sacred, glorious, and sacrifice and the expression in vain. We had heard them, sometimes standing in the rain almost out of earshot, so that only the shouted words came through, and had read them, on proclamations that were slapped up by bill posters over other proclamations, now for a long time, and I had seen nothing sacred, and the things that were glorious had no glory and the sacrifices were like the stockyards at Chicago if nothing was done with the meat except to bury it. There were many words that you could not stand to hear and finally only the names of places had dignity…Abstract words such as glory, honor, courage, or hallow were obscene beside the concrete names of villages, the numbers of roads, the names of rivers, the numbers of regiments and the dates” (p 165).

Even though Hemingway tends to mix his second and first person points-of-view and also use long ambitious sentences, this is one passage that is not easily forgotten, and it has stayed with me as I have grown into a man. Here is another passage I have always admired:

”Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. It has only happened to me like that once. I have been alone while I was with many girls and that is the way that you can be most lonely. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together…If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry” (p 222).

These sorts of introspection, however, is rare in A Farewell to Arms. Out of 293 pages only one or two pages, with the above passages included, contain an inner-commentary to the surrounding events. The rest of the book’s bulk is ”And-Then” writing: action followed by action followed by action followed by more action. Much of the book is written in the following realistic style:

”I got out and walked ahead, going between the trucks and carts and under the wet necks of the horses. The block was farther ahead. I left the road, crossed the ditch on a footboard and walked along the field beyond the ditch” (p 173).

The writing is dry, simplistic, and contains constant momentum for the characters. In other words, in 1929, Hemingway wrote realism, which is just as popular today as it was then.

   A Farewell to Arms is comprised of five sections.    


Section I: the main character, Lieutenant Frederic Henry, is an American fighting with the Italians as an ambulance driver when he meets the English, and sometimes described Scottish, Catherine Barkley, who is a nurse also on the Italian Front during World War I. Henry becomes injured when a bomb explodes while he is eating with his comrades.

As Henry is eating a piece of cheese and drinking some wine, the dugout is hit: ”I tried to breathe but my breath would not come and I felt myself rush bodily out of myself and out and out and out and all the time bodily in the wind. I went out swiftly, all of myself, and I knew I was dead and that it had been a mistake to think you just died. Then I floated, and instead of going on I felt myself slide back. I breathed and I was back” (p 51).


Henry is rushed to surgery and is eventually sent by train to Milan to recover from his wounds.

Section II: Catherine transfers to the hospital in Milan to be near her love, Henry, who is recuperating. They have a grand love affair over the summer.

”I loved to take her hair down and she sat on the bed and kept very still, except suddenly she would dip down to kiss me while I was doing it, and I would take out the pins and lay them on the sheet and it would be loose and I would watch her while she kept very still and then take out the last two pins and it would all come down and she would drop her head and we would both be inside of it, and it was the feeling of inside a tent or behind a falls…We would be lying together and I would touch her cheeks and forehead and under her eyes and her chin and throat with the tips of my fingers and say, ‘Smooth as piano keys,’ and she would stroke my chin with her fingers and say, ‘Smooth as emery paper and very hard on piano keys’ (p 102-103).


Henry has another surgery and does routines for rehabilitation on machines (more on this can be found in Hemingway’s short story called ”In Another Country”). Later, Henry fully recovers and he is sent back to the front.

Section III: Henry is at the front when the Italian army is defeated at the Battle of Caporetto and a retreat is ordered. Henry with companions flee from the invading German/Austrian army.


”We came into Gorizia in the middle of the next day. The rain had stopped and the town was nearly empty. As we came up the street they were loading girls from the soldiers’ whorehouse into a truck. There were seven girls and they had on their hats and coats and carried small suitcases. Two of them were crying. Of the others one smiled at us and put out her tongue and fluttered it up and down. She had thick full lips and black eyes” (p 168).

Down the road, Italian officials are to blame for the defeat and are being shot. Since Henry is a Lieutenant he is pulled aside by the ”battle police” to be asked questions, along with several others, and then executed. Henry thinks quickly and makes a rush for the river and escapes. Eventually he makes his way back to Milan and tracks Catherine, who is now pregnant, at Stresa.

Section IV: Henry finds Catherine in Stresa and they have a few romantic days of bliss in the hotel before they row to Switzerland, which lies across the lake, and escape the war.

Section V: Henry and Catherine spend the winter with the Guttingens. Here is where some of Hemingway’s dialogue shines:

”I love your beard,’ Catherine said. ‘It’s a great success. It looks so stiff and fierce and it’s very soft and a great pleasure.’

‘Do you like it better than without?’

‘I think so. You know, darling, I’m not going to cut my hair now until after young Catherine’s born. I look too big and matronly now. But after she’s born and I’m thin again I’m going to cut it and then I’ll be a fine new and different girl for you. We’ll go together and get it cut, or I’ll go alone and come and surprise you.’

I did not saying anything.

‘You won’t say I can’t, will you?’

‘No. I think it would be exciting.’

‘Oh, you’re so sweet. And maybe I’d look lovely, darling, and be so thin and exciting to you and you’ll fall in love with me all over again.’

‘Hell,’ I said, ‘I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?’

‘Yes. I want to ruin you.’

‘Good,’ I said, ‘that’s what I want too”’ (p 270).

As Catherine’s pregnancy draws to an end, Henry and Catherine decide to travel to Montreux to be near a hospital. There they take a reprieve.

”Catherine bought the things she needed for the baby, up in the town. I went to a gymnasium in the arcade to box for exercise. I usually went up there in the morning while Catherine stayed late in bed. On the days of false spring it was very nice, after boxing and taking a shower, to walk along the streets smelling the spring in the air and stop at a cafe to sit and watch people and read the paper and drink vermouth; then go down to the hotel and have lunch with Catherine” (p 275).

The ending to A Farewell to Arms is one of those endings that haunts you long after you have read it. For me, it has stayed with me for about a dozen years, and the end will continue with me into my old age. The impact on me emotionally, however and interestingly enough, was disparate and of a new sensation. On this reading, unlike the first time, I did not cry. I felt much the way Henry did as he walked back to the hotel in the rain.

A Farewell to Arms, for me, will always be a special book. Its memories have become my memories. Even if I return to it a different man. This book is a strong recommend not because of Hemingway, but because of a story told so well it lasts.





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Ernest Hemingway in Milan, 1918

Ernest Hemingway in Milan, 1918 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Vanity of Vanities by CG Fewston



CG FEWSTON is an American novelist who is a member of AWP, a member of Americans for the Arts, and a professional member and advocate of the PEN American Center, advocating for the freedom of expression around the world.

CG FEWSTON has travelled across continents and visited such places as Mexico, the island of Guam, Japan, South Korea, Hong Kong, Macau, Viet Nam, Cambodia, Singapore, Thailand, Taipei and Beitou in Taiwan, Bali in Indonesia, and Guilin and Shenzhen and Beijing in China. He also enjoys studying and learning French, Vietnamese, Cantonese and Mandarin.

CG FEWSTON earned an M.Ed. in Higher Education Leadership and Administration (honors), an M.A. in Literature (honors) from Stony Brook University, and an M.F.A. in Creative Writing and Fiction from Southern New Hampshire University, where he had the chance to work with wonderful and talented novelists, such as Richard Adams Carey (author of In the Evil Day, October 2015; and, The Philosopher Fish, 2006) and Jessica Anthony (author of Chopsticks, 2012; and, The Convalescent, 2010) as well as New York Times Best-Selling novelists Matt Bondurant (author of The Night Swimmer, 2012; and, The Wettest County in the World, 2009, made famous in the movie Lawless, 2012) and Wiley Cash (author of A Land More Kind Than Home, 2013; and, This Dark Road to Mercy, 2014).

Among many others, CG FEWSTON’S stories, photographs and essays have appeared in Sediments LiteraryArts Journal, Bohemia, Ginosko Literary Journal, GNU Journal (“Hills Like Giant Elephants”), Tendril Literary MagazinePrachya Review (“The One Who Had It All”), Driftwood Press, The Missing Slate Literary Magazine (“Darwin Mother”), Gravel Literary Journal, Foliate Oak Magazine, The Writer’s DrawerMoonlit Road, Nature Writing, and Travelmag: The Independent Spirit; and for several years he was a contributor to Vietnam’s national premier English newspaper, Tuoi Tre, “The Youth Newspaper.”

You can read more about CG FEWSTON and his writing at

www.cgfewston.me & https://www.facebook.com/cg.fewston/https://hk.linkedin.com/in/cgfewston

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A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN won GOLD for Literary Classics’ 2015 best book in the category under ”Special Interest” for “Gender Specific – Female Audience”…

Finalist in the 2015 Chatelaine Awards for Romantic Fiction…

Finalist in the 2015 Mystery & Mayhem Novel Writing Contest…

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“Fewston delivers an atmospheric and evocative thriller in which an American government secret agent must navigate fluid allegiances and murky principles in 1970s Tehran… A cerebral, fast-paced thriller.”

Kirkus Reviews 

“A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN is a thrilling adventure which takes place in pre-revolutionary Tehran. Author CG FEWSTON provides a unique glimpse into this important historical city and its rich culture during a pivotal time in its storied past. This book is so much more than a love story. Skillfully paired with a suspenseful tale of espionage, A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN is a riveting study of humanity. Replete with turns & twists and a powerful finish, FEWSTON has intimately woven a tale which creates vivid pictures of the people and places in this extraordinary novel.”



CG FEWSTON‘s new novel,

A TIME TO LOVE IN TEHRAN, was published on April 2, 2015 —

10 years to the day of the publication

of his first novella, A FATHER’S SON (April 2, 2005)


“Thus one skilled at giving rise to the extraordinary

is as boundless as Heaven and Earth,

as inexhaustible as the Yellow River and the ocean.

Ending and beginning again,

like the sun and moon. Dying and then being born,

like the four seasons.”

found in Sources of Chinese Tradition, p 5


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