Yo welcome back to Thug Notes. This
week we searching for answers at the bottom
of a bottle with The Sun Also Rises by Ernest
Hemingway.
After World War 1, stunna Jake
Barnes spending all his time in Paris sippin
joose and writing- something I like to call
the good life.
One night while he throwin back
some drank with a brutha named Robert Cohn,
Jake peeps some fine dame he used to holler
at named Brett Ashley.
Even though they still got a thang
for each other, Jake know that this girl too
wild for him to handle. See Jake got his junk
straight fu**ed up during the war and ain’t
no little blue pills gonna fix it.
To make things worse, Jake ain’t
the only one mackin’ on Brett.
Ever since she walked in to that club, Cohn’s eyes
have been straight GLUED to her ass.
And he don’t give a damn that she’s bout to marry some
thug named Mike Campbell.
Ain’t no thang though, cuz Brett
drops out of Jake’s life like she always do,
and heads to San Sebastian for a bit.
Couple weeks later, Jake, Brett,
and some homies decide they gonna hit up a
bullfighting festival up in Pamplona. But
before they leave, Brett tells Jake on the
down low that she was hoin it up with Cohn
that whole time she was in San Sebastian.
Ooh-wee!
During the festival, this whole
gang of white folk peep some young hood named
Romero who got the whole bullfighting game
SOLD UP. Brett got her eyes on this stud,
and it’s not long before they start doin
the nasty.
Next day Cohn start flippin sh**
demanding to know where Brett is, and straight
bitch-slaps Mike and Jake. When Jake comes
to, he learns that Cohn found Romero hot in
bed with Brett and laid a whoop on his ass.
Eventually Brett and Romero
peace out and hit the road together.
But it ain’t long before Brett calls Jake
to Madrid sayin she
dropped Romero and be flying solo again.
On their way out, Brett say that
her and Jake could have had a ballin time together.
Jake just responds: “Isn’t it
pretty to think so?”
If you wanna go hard at this
fiesta, you best peep game at the two quotes
that start this book. The first is from dat
gnarly beezy Gertrude Stein sayin
“You are all a lost generation.”
Old Gerty givin a shout out to all
dem peeps scarred
by the fu**ed up sh** of World War I.
For example, Brett was a nurse
during the war and watched her man die,
only to marry some weak-ass wife-beater. So our
girl ended up with some serious emotional
baggage that jacked up her ability to connect
with otha playas in a meaningful way.
Now Jake’s scars ain’t no joke neither.
Cuz of the war, Jake sporting some busted
up family jewels which means that he can’t
have no kids. A generation is literally lost,
son.
Hemingway takes dat theme and thugs
it up all biblical-like with his second quote:
Ashes to ashes, playa. We not only
gettin the novel’s title from Ecclesiastes’s heezy,
but it also sayin that ideas 
and values don’t go on forever.
Like Jake say, even a fine 
philosophy ain’t sh** in five years.
Dub-Dub 1 did more than just stack
a lot of bodies. It also killed homies’s
beliefs in the most sacred of things- 
even love, playa.
That thug Cohn ain’t got nothin but old-school
romantic love for Brett.
But truth is, chasin dat love only
makin him get shwasted and act all cray-cray.
Cuz in the shadow of World War I, romantic
love ain’t the real deal no mo, partna-
cuz without the old code, people gotta 
invent their own.
Just look at all dem boys fightin
for Brett’s fine self. Not only do they
compare her to the ancient temptress Circe
from Greek myth, but peeps straight up worship her.
Even though this book be filled wit a bunch
of white people dancing and
gettin wasted on the reg, they ain’t got
no true happiness. Cuz on the real, the world
is capable of such evil, that these playas
ain’t never gonna find the meaning they’re looking for.
Looks like they just doomed to keep sippin 
drank and jackin around as they keep searching.
Yo thanks for tuning in, playas.
And feel free to find meaning
in some Thug Notes swag. 
A fine philosophy indeed!
