August 1, 2020

WRITING ADVICE: Short Stories – Advice and Observation #3: Ernest Hemingway “& Me”


It's been a while since I decided to add something different to my blog rotation. Today I’ll start looking at “advice” for writing short stories – not from me, but from other short story writers. In speculative fiction, “short” has very carefully delineated categories: “The Science Fiction and Fantasy Writers of America specifies word lengths for each category of its Nebula award categories by word count; Novel 40,000 words or over; Novella 17,500 to 39,999 words; Novelette 7,500 to 17,499 words; Short story under 7,500 words.”

I’m going to use advice from people who, in addition to writing novels, have also spent plenty of time “interning” with short stories. The advice will be in the form of one or several quotes off of which I’ll jump and connect it with my own writing experience. While I don’t write full-time, nor do I make enough money with my writing to live off of it...neither do most of the professional writers above...someone pays for and publishes ten percent of what I write. When I started this blog, that was NOT true, so I may have reached a point where my own advice is reasonably good. We shall see! Hemingway’s quote above will now remain unchanged as I work to increase my writing output and sales! As always, your comments are welcome!

Without further ado, then: Ernest Hemingway

An acknowledged master of the short story, Ernest Hemingway left a legacy of profound images and prose. “Because he began as a writer of short stories, Baker believes Hemingway learned to "get the most from the least, how to prune language, how to multiply intensities and how to tell nothing but the truth in a way that allowed for telling more than the truth.

“Hemingway called his style the iceberg theory: the facts float above water; the supporting structure and symbolism operate out of sight. The concept of the iceberg theory is sometimes referred to as the "theory of omission". Hemingway believed the writer could describe one thing (such as Nick Adams fishing in "The Big Two-Hearted River") though an entirely different thing occurs below the surface (Nick Adams concentrating on fishing to the extent that he does not have to think about anything else). Paul Smith writes that Hemingway's first stories, collected as In Our Time, showed he was still experimenting with his writing style. He avoided complicated syntax. About 70 percent of the sentences are simple sentences—a childlike syntax without subordination.”

He wrote some 80 short stories, and pioneered flash fiction with this diamond: “For Sale: Baby shoes, never worn.”

Brevity. Emotion. It’s what he was known for. Visceral. Real life. It did what I admonish the young writers to do in my class: “Make readers FEEL!”

Hemingway’s work was important enough that “The Old Man and the Sea” is still often required reading, even in this age of cancel culture. I imagine that someone still needs to represent dead, old, white guys in literature. It would be…strange to simply remove all such writers. They did write; they did say important things; and Hemingway is perhaps the likeliest candidate to keep around.

What does this mean to a speculative fiction writer? “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” (1936) begins like this:

“That’s how you know when it starts.”

“Is it really?”

“Absolutely. I’m awfully sorry about the odor though. That must bother you.”

“Don’t! Please don’t.”

“Look at them,” he said. “Now is it sight or is it scent that brings them like that?” The cot the man lay on was in the wide shade of a mimosa tree and as he looked out past the shade onto the glare of the plain there were three of the big birds squatted obscenely, while in the sky a dozen more sailed, making quick-moving shadows as they passed. “They’ve been there since the day the truck broke down,” he said. “Today’s the first time any have lit on the ground. I watched the way they sailed very carefully at first in case I ever wanted to use them in a story. That’s funny now.’”

While the title gives the location, with very few changes, the story might have fit in an issue of AMAZING STORIES, which debuted in 1926. By then ten years old, the magazine was well-established, though it lacked anything even resembling literary heft. What if Hemingway had written this story as it took place on the surface of Mars?

Hemingway’s short story prose was clean, almost to the point of being stark as opposed, say, Isaac Asimov’s first story, “Marooned Off Vesta” (1939):

“‘Will you please stop walking up and down like that?’ said Warren Moore from the couch. ‘It won't do any of us any good. Think of our blessings; we're airtight, aren't we?’

Mark Brandon whirled and ground his teeth at him. ‘I'm glad you feel happy about that,’ he spat out viciously. ‘Of course, you don't know that our air supply will last only three days.’ He resumed his interrupted stride with a defiant air.

Moore yawned and stretched, assumed a more comfortable position, and replied. ‘Expending all that energy will only use it up faster. Why don't you take a hint from Mike here? He's taking it easy.’

“Mike” was Michael Shea, late a member of the crew of the Silver Queen. His short, squat body was resting on the only chair in the room and his feet were on the only table. He looked up as his name was mentioned, his mouth widening in a twisted grin. ‘You've got to expect things like this to happen sometimes,’ he said. ‘Bucking the asteroids is risky business. We should've taken the hop. It takes longer, but it's the only safe way. But no, the captain wanted to make the schedule; he would go through,’ Mike spat disgustedly, ‘and here we are.’”

While Hemingway’s prose is terse, it delves. It digs. It makes me wonder. Asimov, whose stories and novels were among the first I read as a maturing science fiction reader, are indeed terse, but there’s no…subtext? Not sure exactly what I mean there. Let me see if I can show you:

Hemingway writes: “Now is it sight or is it scent that brings them like that?” The cot the man lay on was in the wide shade of a mimosa tree and as he looked out past the shade onto the glare of the plain there were three of the big birds squatted obscenely, while in the sky a dozen more sailed, making quick-moving shadows as they passed. “They’ve been there since the day the truck broke down…”

Asimov writes: ‘You've got to expect things like this to happen sometimes,’ he said. ‘Bucking the asteroids is risky business. We should've taken the hop. It takes longer, but it's the only safe way. But no, the captain wanted to make the schedule; he would go through,’ Mike spat disgustedly, ‘and here we are.’”

At this point in both stories, the protagonists are marooned. Hemingway communicates more than the scenery, though he does include it. He’s chosen vultures gathering to convey far more than the words themselves alone convey.

Asimov’s prose, while spare, is science fictiony fact-laden and doesn’t dig, nor does it use standard literary symbolism. Hemingway hints at imminent death by the arrival of the vultures (which aren’t named); Asimov explains the situation in spare words…but they lack emotion; they lack the depth of Hemingway’s allusions.

While you might think that this is an unfair comparison – surely current specfic short stories have matured to a point of, in some cases, Hemingway’s work.

Hemingway was born in 1899 and had one short story published in 1921, obviously when he was 21. Asimov was born in 1920 and “Marooned Off Vesta” appeared in AMAZING 1939 – obviously he was 19. They were, in fact contemporaries.

I’ve learned MUCH from Asimov’s novels and short stories.

Now, what can I learn from Hemingway’s short stories (which are, according to some, his BEST writing: “The un-romanticized beauty of Hemingway’s landscapes…and the haunting uncertainty of his characters’ internal struggles…are the real heart of the matter in [his] short stories. The repetition and bloviating that make his novels murky and ponderous are absent in his stories, so that…Hemingway forged…an American idiom as tight, indelible and flexible as a slow blues song played after everyone has left the bar.”


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