The End of
Something is a short story by Ernest Hemingway set against the familiar
backdrop: Hortons Bay in Michigan. Once Hortons Bay was a mill town and then
logging occupation was at full sway; then the town was chirpy and lively; but
when the mill disappeared and logging faded out, only remained a few vestiges
of the past such as lime stones of the once-existed mill. There is no fun anymore.
With time, things of interest and occupation have been changed or gone like a
smooth rite of passage.
One evening
two teenagers Nick and Marjorie go boating there for fishing. They are in
relationship. Their efforts to catch trout fish fails miserably. To spend the
night together they build a driftwood fire.
Nick shows
that he is frustrated due to failed fishing. On the other hand, Marjorie is
trying to be over romantic by comparing the vestiges of the mill with a palace.
This absurd comparison frustrates Nick and he shows it loudly. He grows sullen
and a bit like a bull.
Nick is
seeking fun and adventure in his life. And as a matter of fact, the
relationship does not give him any more thrill or fun. So, he says reiterates
that there is no fun left in the place and in his life. His sullen mood
indicates the girl and she goes back oaring her boat at night. When Nick offers
to push her boat, she refuses defiantly. She got that the relationship is over.
Nick remains
there along the driftwood fire and as soon as the girl leaves his friend Bill
appears from the fields to ask him about the process of break-up. Was it smooth
or rough?
Nick says it
was easy, no complications. Though Nick feels bad upon severing the
relationship but he feels helpless. The breaking of the relationship was
premeditated.
In this story
Hemingway has talked about ending, like the end of the mill, the end of a
profession of logging, and a relationship. In most of his short stories he
brings death as an ending object but this time he subtly brings forth the
ending of three things. By showing ending probably he wants to reinforce the
truth that in nature, be it human or machine or profession, nothing lasts
permanent.
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