You don’t expect to find a hidden message in a book you first read when you were a teenager. Not when it’s part of the canon, analyzed for decades, with critical opinion on it a settled matter. But when I was asked to write an introduction to a new Vintage Classics edition of Ernest Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms, that’s what I discovered: a secret, wrapped in an elegiac novel of love, war, and loss whose quasi-autobiographical overtones turned out to be both more and less than they seemed.
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