In Our Time - 'Big Two-Hearted River' by Ernest Hemingway. Ernest Hemingway in 1923, two years before the publication of "Big Two-Hearted River" The story is one of Hemingway's earliest pieces to employ his Iceberg Theory of writing; a modernist approach to prose in which the underlying meaning is hinted at, rather than explicitly stated.
"Big Two-Hearted River" is almost exclusively descriptive and intentionally devoid of plot. Hemingway was influenced by the visual innovations of Cézanne's paintings and adapted the painter's idea of presenting background minutiae in lower focus than the main image. In this story, the small details of a fishing trip are explored in great depth, while the landscape setting, and most obviously the swamp, are given cursory attention. Contents Background and publication 1 Plot 2 Themes 3 War 3.1 Nature 3.2 Style 4 Iceberg theory 4.1 Cézanne 4.2 Symbolism 4.3 Reception 5 References 6 Citations 6.1 Sources 6.2 External links 7 Background and publication Plot Part one Part two Themes War Nature.
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