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I hated it. Everything about it.
I will admit I went into this with a bad attitude and extreme reluctance. I am a vegetarian; I don't want to read anything that involves killing animals, either for food or for sport. And I don't like Hemingway, from what little I was forced to read of his in school.
I don't know anything about fishing and didn't like all the details that were meaningless to me, nor did I want to try to learn about an activity I find distasteful. I don't much like the old man; I don't like his talking to the fish and his hand. I don't like his lack of foresight in uselessly killing something that he knew/should have known would become shark food; that makes the killing not for food, but for sport--for the challenge of it--and that makes it additionally cruel.
I could tolerate the baseball references--though I haven't a clue why they were there, and by the time the book was published in 1952, Joe DiMaggio had retired.
The best thing about the book was that it was short, but as short as it was, I resented the time spent reading it.
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