Why My Roommate Sucks - The Sun Also Rises

      Hemingway’s style as a writer is very simple, direct, and overall plain. After reading The Sun Also Rises, it is clear that Hemingway is personal in his writing, using rich imagery to try and keep the reader involved. Keeping up with his title of being the Master of Dialog, Hemingway is able to write a character’s dialog almost as if they were talking the same way in real life. In turn, Hemingway’s style is very distinct and clear, making each of his works unique.

      We have been roommates for almost four months now, and I am still trying to learn about Robert Cohn’s habits. Some days, I find him wasted in our room complaining about how no one at Princeton likes him and that I am his only friend. When he is in this kind of mood, Cohn is pretty hard to deal with. But other days, I walk by the gym and find him boxing against a punching bag for hours on end. There are times when his workouts become so intense, everyone in the gym can’t help but stare. Whenever this happens, I become embarrassed that I know him, and even worse that I’m his roommate. If I ever marry and have kids, I will make sure none of them ever become a “Robert Cohn”.

      I mean, I feel bad for him sometimes. Being his roommate means I get to hear all his problems, and trust me, the list seems to go on for eternity. In turn, I take him out to dinner with my friends, but the result is always the same. Everyone really does seem to hate Cohn, one way or another. It’s probably because of what he says when we are eating. Whenever my friends yell or complain about what he does, I always have to hear Cohn complaining about my friends in our dorm room. The worst case happened when we went out for pizza, and Cohn bought the whole thing, saying it was his treat. But shortly after we started eating, Cohn was able to relate the pizza to the love of his life, and how she just somehow manages to get with every guy he knows just like how the pizza slices are being eaten by everyone at the table. That was the worst night of Cohn’s life. And mine.