There were moments in Old man and the Sea which bored me entirely, but when I read on, it payed off: there came moments when it made me yell: “Yes! Do it! Now, now, here she comes!”, and then there were moments when I gripped the armrest of my chair, bit my lip, on the verge of crying out loud. Bu the time I reached the end it had blown me away, I was shattered, I was broken, about to burst into tears.
It’s a familiar yet novel story: an old man feels he has
started to lose his strength he used to have as a young fisherman. For
eighty-three days in a row, he hasn’t now been able to catch an appreciable
fish. There are people he has to re-impress, and there is a young boy to whom he
the old man, needs to prove himself.
One early morning, he takes a boat and all by himself,
leaves for the seas, not knowing he’s going to encounter the biggest catch of
his life.
Old Man and the Sea poses interesting questions about
strength, proving ourselves, time, trust, love and relations. Can we kill
someone we love because we love
him? What if we make a really big achievement but are unable to share a good
proof of it with others? And finally, how much do our achievements matter to
others really?
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