Nobel Prize Speech to Hemingway and the Swedish
Academy
by ANDERS ÖSTERLING Permanent Secretary of the Swedish Academy
In our modern age, American authors have set their stamp more and more strongly on the general physiognomy of literature. Our generation in particular has, during the last few decades, seen a reorientation of literary interest which implies not only a temporary change in the market but, indeed, a shifting of the mental horizon, with far-reaching consequences. All these swiftly rising new authors from the United States, whose names we now recognize as stimulating signals, had one thing in common: they took full advantage of the Americanism to which they were born. And the European public greeted them with enthusiasm; it was the general wish that Americans should write as Americans, thereby making their own contribution to the contest in the international arena.
One of these pioneers is the author who
is now the focus of attention. It is hardly an exaggeration to
say that Ernest Hemingway, more than any of his American
colleagues, makes us feel we are confronted by a still young
nation which seeks and finds its exact form of expression. A
dramatic tempo and sharp curves have also characterized
Hemingway's own existence, in many ways so unlike that of the
average literary man. With him, this vital energy goes its own
way, independent of the pessimism and the disillusionment so
typical of the age. Hemingway evolved his style in the herd
school of journalistic reporting. In the editorial office of the
Kansas City newspaper where he served his apprenticeship, there
was a kind of pressman's catechism, the first dictum of which
was: «Use short sentences. Use short paragraphs.» Hemingway's
purely technical training clearly led to an artistic
selfdiscipline of uncommon strength. Rhetoric, he has said, is
merely the blue sparks from the dynamo. His master in older
American literature was Mark Twain in Huckleberry Finn, with its
rhythmical stream of direct and unconventional narrative prose.
The young journalist from Illinois was flung headlong into the
First World War when he volunteered to serve as an ambulance
driver in Italy, where he received his baptism of fire at the
Piave front and was severely wounded by shell splinters. The
nineteen-year-old's first violent experience of war is an
essential factor in Hemingway's biography. Not that he was
daunted by it; on the contrary, he found that it was a priceless
asset for a writer to see war at first hand - like Tolstoy at
Sevastopol - and to be able to depict it truthfully. Several
years were to elapse, however, before he could bring himself to
give an artistically complete account of his painfully confused
impressions from the Piave front in 1918: the result was the
novel A Farewell to Arms in
1929, with which he really made his name, even if two very
talented books with a European post-war setting, In
Our Time (1942) and The
Sun Also Rises (1926), had already given
proof of his individuality as a storyteller. In the following
years, his instinctive predilection for harrowing scenes of
action and grim spectacle drew him to Africa with its big-game
hunting and to Spain with its bullfighting. When the latter
country was transformed into a theatre of war, he found
inspiration there for his second sign)ficant novel, For
Whom the Bell Tolls (1940), in which an
American champion of liberty fights for «man's dignity» - a
book in which the writer's personal feelings seem more deeply
involved than anywhere else.
When mentioning these principal elements in his production, one
should not forget that his narrative skill often attains its
highest point when cast in a smaller mould, in the laconic,
drastically pruned short story, which, with a unique combination
of simplicity and precision, nails its theme into our
consciousness so that every blow tells. Such a masterpiece, more
than any other, is The Old Man and the Sea
(1952), the unforgettable story of an old Cuban fisherman's duel
with a huge swordfish in the Atlantic. Within the frame of a
sporting tale, a moving perspective of man's destiny is opened
up; the story is a tribute to the fighting spirit, which does not
give in even if the material gain is nil, a tribute to the moral
victory in the midst of defeat. The drama is enacted before our
eyes, hour by hour, allowing the robust details to accumulate and
take on momentous significance. «But man is not made for
defeat», the book says. «A man can be destroyed but not
defeated.»
It may be true that Hemingway's earlier writings display brutal,
cynical, and callous sides which may be considered at variance
with the Nobel Prize's requirement for a work of an ideal
tendency. But on the other hand, he also possesses a heroic
pathos which forms the basic element in his awareness of life, a
manly love of danger and adventure with a natural admiration for
every individual who fights the good fight in a world of reality
overshadowed by violence and death. In any event, this is the
positive side of his cult of manliness, which otherwise is apt to
become demonstrative, thereby defeating its own ends. It should
be remembered, however, that courage is Hemingway's central theme
- the bearing of one who is put to the test and who steels
himself to meet the cold cruelty of existence, without, by so
doing, repudiating the great and generous moments.
On the other hand, Hemingway is not one of those authors who
write to illustrate theses and principles of one kind or another.
A descriptive writer must be objective and not try to play God
the Father - this he learned while still in the editorial office
in Kansas City. That is why he can conceive of war as a tragic
fate having a decisive effect on the whole of his generation; but
he views it with a calm realism, void of illusion, which disdains
all emotional comment, a disciplined objectivity, stronger
because it is hard-won.
Hemingway's significance as one of this epoch's great moulders of
style is apparent in both American and European narrative art
over the past twenty-five years, chiefly in the vivid dialogue
and the verbal thrust and parry, in which he has set a standard
as easy to imitate as it is difficult to attain. With masterly
skill he reproduces all the nuances of the spoken word, as well
as those pauses in which thought stands still and the nervous
mechanism is thrown out of gear. It may sometimes sound like
small talk, but it is not trivial when one gets to know his
method. He prefers to leave the work of psychological reflection
to his readers, and this freedom is of great benefit to him in
spontaneous observation.
When one surveys Hemingway's production, definite scenes flare up
in the memory - Lieutenant Henry's flight in the rain and mud
after the panic at Caporetto, the desperate blowing up of the
bridge in the Spanish mountains when Jordan sacrifices his life,
or the old fisherman's solitary fight with the sharks in the
nocturnal glow of lights from Havana.
Moreover, one may trace a distinctive linking thread - let us say
a symbolic warp reaching back a hundred years in the loom of time
- between Hemingway's latest work, The Old
Man and The Sea, and one of the classic
creations of American literature, Herman
Melville's
novel Moby Dick, the white
whale who is pursued in blind rage by his enemy, the monomaniac
sea captain. Neither Melville nor Hemingway wanted to create an
allegory; the salt ocean depths with all their monsters are
sufficiently rewarding as a poetic element. But with different
means, those of romanticism and of realism, they both attain the
same theme - a man's capacity of endurance and, if need be, of at
least daring the impossible. «A man can be destroyed but not
defeated.»
This year's Nobel Prize in Literature has therefore been awarded
to one of the great authors of our time, one of those who,
honestly and undauntedly, reproduces genuine features in the hard
countenance of the age. Hemingway, now fifty-six years old, is
the fifth American author so far to be honoured in this way. As
the Prize winner himself is unfortunately unable to be present
for reasons of health, the Prize will now be handed to the United
States Ambassador.