Ernest Hemingway: The Snows of Kilimanjaro - short story review

A story about the regret of losing oneself and the memories we carry with us when we die — the stories that nobody will ever hear or read. One of Hemingway’s best, it surprised me. His dry style of writing, albeit tiresome at times, can be so fitting in some circumstances, and this is a great example of that.

“It was never what he had done, but always what he could do. And he had chosen to make his living with something else instead of a pen or a pencil.”



“And behind the mountains, the clear sharpness of the peak in the evening light and, riding down along the trail in the moonlight, bright across the valley. Now he remembered coming down through the timber in the dark holding the horse’s tail when you could not see and all the stories that he meant to write.”

Rating: 4/5