Hemingway was an ambulance driver in WWI in Italy. This story is about an ambulance driver who isn't into the war very much, who gets wounded, and then falls in love with one of the nurses in the hospital. An easy read, I zipped through it, and then it haunted me later.

A hard luck boat owner from Key West does whatever it takes to feed his family. We encounter various seedy characters in Havana and Key West. A sidelight is some moralizing about wealth and how it is attained. Hemingway's prose is fine, but the story is little more than a vehicle for chest thumping about certain aspects of machismo. The author's self-validation drips from some sections.

Fairly boring to me; an old man is out in a small boat and catches the great fish and doesn't have anything left by the time he gets it in to shore. Yeah, so what? English teachers all over will hate me for this.

A few American expats in Paris have too much time on their hands socialize, travel, and drink far too much. We follow their exploits in bars, in Paris and in Spain, and we get surprisingly intimate views into who and what they are. It would be difficult to pinpoint a wasted word in this book.

Wonderful short stories. The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber alone is worth the price of admission.

An American goes to fight in the Spanish civil war on the side of the republicans. His assignment is to blow a bridge in some remote mountains; he goes there and sets up with the ragtag but proud local guerilla squads. A few days in the forests, caves, and cliffs go by and we get a load of Hemingway's views on war, honor, the Spanish people.

This is overlong and uncompelling.