Why did Hemingway write so simply?
Because it’s the hardest. And the truest. Big words. Flowery sentences. They hide things. They don’t show the thing itself. The fact. A man gets shot. He bleeds. The blood is red. It’s a fact. You write that fact. Clean. Direct. Like hitting a target. You make every word count. Like every move counts when the stakes are high. When you get it right, it feels true. It’s earned. That’s the point.
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