Julia_98 reviewed The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
Holding the Line Against the Sea and Myself
4 stars
When I read The Old Man and the Sea, I felt as if silence itself had taken shape on the page. Hemingway’s story follows Santiago, an aging fisherman who has gone eighty four days without a catch. From the beginning, I sensed his quiet endurance. His struggle is simple in outline, yet heavy with meaning. As he sails far into the Gulf Stream and hooks the great marlin, the novel becomes less about fishing and more about dignity.
I felt deeply connected to Santiago’s patience. His respect for the fish, his belief in skill over luck, and his refusal to surrender stirred something personal in me. The long battle at sea is written with restraint, yet I felt every ache in his hands and every hour that passed beneath the sun. Hemingway’s language gave me no shelter. It forced me to sit with exhaustion, pain, and resolve without …
When I read The Old Man and the Sea, I felt as if silence itself had taken shape on the page. Hemingway’s story follows Santiago, an aging fisherman who has gone eighty four days without a catch. From the beginning, I sensed his quiet endurance. His struggle is simple in outline, yet heavy with meaning. As he sails far into the Gulf Stream and hooks the great marlin, the novel becomes less about fishing and more about dignity.
I felt deeply connected to Santiago’s patience. His respect for the fish, his belief in skill over luck, and his refusal to surrender stirred something personal in me. The long battle at sea is written with restraint, yet I felt every ache in his hands and every hour that passed beneath the sun. Hemingway’s language gave me no shelter. It forced me to sit with exhaustion, pain, and resolve without distraction.
The boy, Manolin, added warmth to the story. Their bond softened the harshness of Santiago’s isolation. I felt comforted by their quiet loyalty to each other, especially when the old man seemed most alone. When the sharks arrive and tear apart the marlin, I felt anger rise in me. Yet Santiago’s response, calm and unbroken, left a deeper impression than victory ever could.
By the time Santiago returns with only the skeleton of his great catch, I felt both sadness and admiration. He had lost the fish, but not himself. The village may doubt him, but the sea has measured him honestly. Closing the book, I carried a sense of calm strength. The novel reminded me that success is not always defined by what remains visible. Sometimes it is defined by the courage to endure fully, even when the world strips the reward away.
