Ernest Hemingway published The Sun Also Rises in 1926, and the novel immediately named something that Americans and Europeans were still trying to understand about themselves: the damage that World War I had done to a generation’s sense of purpose, pleasure, and identity. The title comes from Ecclesiastes – “The sun also rises, and the sun goes down” – and the biblical preacher’s lesson about vanity and futility runs through every chapter like a current beneath still water.
Jake Barnes works as a journalist in Paris. He loves Lady Brett Ashley, a beautiful, restless Englishwoman who moves through men the way water moves through sand – nothing holds, nothing stays. Jake cannot consummate their love because of a war wound, a fact Hemingway leaves deliberately vague but unmistakably central. Around them orbit Robert Cohn, a former Princeton boxer nursing romantic illusions; Bill Gorton, Jake’s sardonic friend; and Mike Campbell, Brett’s perpetually drunk fiance.
The novel’s first half takes place in Paris – cafes, bars, taxis, late nights, and money hemorrhaging away. The second half moves to Pamplona for the Festival of San Fermin, where the running of the bulls and the bullfights provide the novel’s most vivid, purposeful action. Against the chaos of the fiesta, the characters’ aimlessness becomes more visible.
Hemingway described his method as the iceberg theory: the dignity of movement of an iceberg comes from what remains below the surface. The Sun Also Rises is his fullest execution of this principle. Characters drink rather than mourn. They make plans rather than confess. They argue about fishing trips and hotel rooms rather than admit what they want and cannot have.
The prose strips everything that looks like emotion from the surface and hides it in rhythm and repetition. When Jake lies awake in his Paris apartment unable to sleep, Hemingway gives you the physical details – the light in the square, the taxicabs, the thoughts cycling – and lets the devastation happen in what goes unsaid. This technique rewards rereading. The first time through, you follow the story. The second time, you feel the weight underneath.
Brett Ashley is one of Hemingway’s most contested characters. She drinks heavily, moves between men without apology, and refuses to be possessed by anyone, including Jake. Some readers dismiss her as a flat object of male desire. A more careful reading reveals a woman who has also survived trauma – a husband who threatened her life, a fiance dissolving in alcohol, a war that killed the man she loved before Jake. Brett is not liberated; she is damaged and honest about it.
Her decision near the novel’s end – to send away the young bullfighter Romero rather than ruin him – shows a self-awareness that cuts against the nihilism her behavior sometimes suggests. “It’s sort of what we have instead of God,” she tells Jake. The exchange is brief and devastating, as everything between them is.
The bullfights in Pamplona are not decoration. Hemingway spent years studying the corrida and believed it had a moral seriousness absent from modern spectacle. Pedro Romero, the young matador, represents something the other characters cannot access: grace under genuine pressure, mastery of a craft, presence in the moment without irony or self-pity.
Jake watches Romero the way a man watches something he cannot be. Romero acts where Jake cannot. He faces danger directly where the expatriates circle it with alcohol and banter. The bullfighting chapters are among the finest Hemingway wrote, specific and exact, requiring the reader to accept on its own terms a form of violence that is also, in Hemingway’s reading, a form of art.
Gertrude Stein’s remark to Hemingway – “You are all a lost generation” – became the novel’s first epigraph, and it has shadowed readings of the book ever since. But Hemingway’s own view was more complicated. The second epigraph, from Ecclesiastes, suggests that no generation is particularly lost – the sun rises, the rivers run to the sea, one generation passes and another comes. The “loss” may be less a historical condition than a chronic human one, newly visible after the war stripped away the illusions that had concealed it.
The novel does not offer redemption. Jake tells Brett, near the end, “Isn’t it pretty to think so” – meaning: yes, they could have had a wonderful life together, and no, they cannot. It is not the most hopeful ending in literature. It is among the most honest.
The Sun Also Rises remains essential because its problems remain essential. The search for meaning in pleasure, the difficulty of honest communication, the gap between what people feel and what they can say – none of these have been resolved in the century since Hemingway wrote them down. The novel is short and reads fast, but it is not a quick read. The weight accumulates slowly, and it stays.