OLDIE NOT A GOODIE

I've claimed the Torrents of Spring by Hemingway to be one of my favorite books, ever. But on our recent trip to the Sasquatch Music Festival I reread the book and as it turns out, it's not one of my favorites afterall. It's good and interesting but not my favorite. I'm still clinging to the notion that I love Immortality by Milan Kundera. It's truly a brilliant piece of work. Aren't they both handsome in a distinguished miserable sort of way?