Introduction
In this blog post, I will be discussing the story Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway). This is a short story about two young people that have faced with a difficult situation. The girl is pregnant and they are discussing what they’re going to do with the baby. The man wants her to get an abortion, but the girl seems to want to keep the baby. Does she stay in her relationship with the man? After reading and analyzing the dialog between two young people, I came to the conclusion that the girl doesn’t stay in relationship with the man. Often the dialogue takes the other turn and gives the impression that the girls agrees in silence with the suggestion of her beloved, I think this is the purpose of Hemingway to confuse us for the end of the story. If you analyze her sentence “But if I do it, then it will be nice again if I say things are like white elephants, and you’ll like it?” Through this question she wants to be convinced that when she gets pregnant again whether he will accept it or not. The answer of the man doesn’t convince her about their future, “I’ll love it. I love it now but I just can’t think about it. You know how I get when I worry”. The American is not determined and does not seem to be responsible. The end of the relationship becomes clearer when the girl says “And we could have everything and every day we make it more impossible”. She says clearly that they could have everything but that decision they are taking will put an end to the relationship. “It isn’t ours anymore”. “And once they take it away, you never get it back”. Through the symbolism Hemingway expresses that by taking the baby they will take and the love she has for him. “We’ll wait and see”. Ending abortion marks the end of their relationship. When have you made an important choice to stay in a relationship or leave a relationship? It is Summer, my favorite season. The sun shines and its warm rays touch everything on the ground. “Let’s sit on the balcony and get some fresh air” my mom said. “I just cleaned the floor with mop and cold water”. While we talk and enjoy our coffee together we hear the voices coming from the family that lives below us. The words are offensive but, we do not pay attention we continue to enjoy our coffee and conversation. The tones of sound become ever more annoying and I jokingly ask my mom, “Hey mom maybe these words are against us?” “No honey, we did nothing to address us with these words”, said my mom expressing surprise in her face. We continue to talk and the offensive words do not stop, but become even tougher. I stop and think with myself if they are fighting with each-other there will be dialog between them, but no, there is just the voice of the woman screaming. I focus on her words and realize that these words are against us. She was complaining about the mop my mom had hung up on the balcony wires that once in a while it flows a drop of water, but outside her balcony. I try to clarify her and to tell that this is not the right way she can discuss with the others. If you have something that bothers you, please tell us kindly without screaming and cursing. But this is useless because she keeps yelling at me. What makes me impress is the fact that her grown daughter and her husband are present, but they don’t even speak a word. My parents have been living in this apartment for over 35 years and the problems with this family have been numerous for the smallest and trivial things. Regardless the problems between our parents I and their daughter have always been friends (my mom has always said don’t involve the children in the adult’s things). But now we are not children anymore, so I can’t justify her indifference because now we are grown up as such we have to act. As adults, we have to give our opinion though it may be different from that of our parents, even though we are their children and for us they are the best, this doesn’t mean that showing them when they are not right, this does make us less loving and respectful of them, so I said to myself enough, this friendship can’t continue we can’t pretend everything is fine. The next day I faced with her, and she got ready to greet me, but I turned my head to the other side and continued the path.
4 Comments
Janelle Huggins
2/20/2018 12:26:44 pm
I think your writing and the way you express yourself is very good and I really admire your passion for learning.
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Oljada Zani
2/20/2018 05:04:48 pm
Thank you Janelle, I appreciate it.
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Rebecca Stevens
2/22/2018 11:03:13 am
I agree completely with you and your belief that the woman left. You brought up some specific dialogue that highlights Jig not being secure and confident in the American man. I also liked your personal narrative and how I could mentally visualize the scenario!
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Oljada Zani
2/22/2018 02:39:25 pm
Thank you Rebecca.
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