Generations of Impotence, or, Everything is Jake, Part I
My old man did not think much of writers; he had known too many of them. He did not like what little he had seen of Hemingway and regarded his obsession with virility as unmanly. He used to say, of a certain type of tuft-hunting spongers that they were the sort who called Hemingway “Papa.” Hemingway, at least as a younger man, must have had few illusions about himself and his generation, and his first and best novel, The Sun Also Rises is an American’s Good-bye to All That, to manhood as well as civilization. In the novel poor Jake...



