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Ernest HemingwayA modern alternative to SparkNotes and CliffsNotes, SuperSummary offers high-quality Study Guides with detailed chapter summaries and analysis of major themes, characters, and more.
Aged fisherman Santiago sets forth from the coast of Cuba in his skiff for 84 days without catching anything. The village considers him “salao,” unlucky; after 40 days, his single crew member, the boy Manolin, was reassigned by his father to another boat. The boy loves the old man, who taught him to fish, and still visits him late each day, when he helps put away the boat’s equipment.
The boy buys the old man a beer and they sit at the Terrace restaurant among the other fishermen, some of whom have brought back marlin or shark. The younger men make fun of Santiago, but he does not mind. The boy wants to sail with him again, but Santiago defers to Manolin’s father. Manolin also offers to buy fresh bait and sardines; Santiago says he already has some, but the boy cajoles him into accepting more.
Santiago and Manolin carry the sail, bait box, harpoon, and other equipment up to the old man’s shack. They banter about imaginary luxuries Santiago does not own and about the old man’s beloved baseball team, the New York Yankees, and his favorite player, Joe DiMaggio.
The boy leaves for awhile; when he returns with some dinner, the old man is asleep in his chair on the porch. They eat; the food is a gift from the Terrace restaurant owner, Martin, and the old man promises to give him belly meat from the next big catch as a thank-you. They discuss the Yankees again: Santiago believes DiMaggio will lead the team to further greatness. They reminisce about the time when a baseball star visited the village, but they both were too shy to invite him to go fishing with them.
Before dawn, the old man rises, walks to the boy’s house, and wakes him. They head back to Santiago’s shack, gather the skiff’s equipment, and tote it down to the shore. They have coffee at a small shop; the boy hurries to the ice shop, where he retrieves sardines and bait.
They walk to Santiago’s boat, push it onto the water, and wish each other luck. Santiago climbs aboard and rows out of the harbor. In the dark, he hears other fishermen rowing nearby. Today, Santiago will travel far beyond them, “out where the schools of bonito and albacore are and maybe there will be a big one with them” (16). He hears the hissing sound of flying fish wings, wonders at the small, frail birds that try to make a living off the wild ocean, and remembers that he loves the sea like a woman who grants or withholds great gifts.
At dawn, Santiago drops weighted bait—small tuna and sardines—into the current; they settle at different depths between 40 and 125 fathoms. They are attached to lines as thick as pencils that, when fastened to spare spools of line, can unreel to 300 fathoms in length. The lines extend out over the side of the boat on poles. Rowing gently, he prides himself on keeping his lines vertical and the bait more precisely at their proper depths than most fishermen do.
The sun rises; its light soon reflects painfully off the ocean, and Santiago looks away. The day is bright, and the weather will be good. The nearest boats are far away toward shore. A bird soars overhead then dives after flying fish, which keep escaping him. The old man rows closer and lets out a short line baited with sardine in the hope that he might catch a dolphinfish. Tiny plankton swarm below and attract the fish.
A giant jellyfish floats past. Jellyfish stingers have hurt him many times, and he admires the turtles who can eat them whole. He eats turtle eggs for strength, and daily he drinks a cup of shark liver oil from a public drum to stay healthy.
Tuna begin leaping from the water and diving back in, corralling small fish. The old man rows closer. His short line catches an albacore tuna; he hauls it aboard and it flops about. Quickly, he bludgeons its head “for kindness,” and stores it as future bait.
Santiago’s boat drifts many miles out. The shoreline is faint, and the ocean here is a mile deep. The sun blazes hot; he thinks of napping but decides against it. Without the boy for company, Santiago talks to himself. Unnecessary chatting is bad form onboard, but, out here alone, there is no harm in it.
The first part of the book describes the impoverished life of the elderly fisherman Santiago, his friendship with the young boy he has tutored in the arts of fishing, and his routines when out at sea.
Santiago is old and lonely with age, and his luck has lately been poor—84 days straight with no sellable catch. The locals now call him “salao,” a Cuban idiom derived from the Spanish “salado” which means bitter, salty, or unlucky. His crew member, the boy Manolin, loves Santiago as an honored teacher. Although his father pulls him from the old man’s unlucky skiff, the boy still visits Santiago, helps him with the boat, and cares for him like a grandfather. Manolin cadges food and supplies, sometimes spending his own money, to help Santiago; he obtains meals that the old man humbly accepts. Effectively, the boy is keeping his teacher alive during the streak of bad luck.
Santiago’s life has an edge of sadness. Though not exactly upbeat, he is bravely determined to continue the struggle for his livelihood. He displays the calm patience of one who has fought many battles and knows that some of them take time and may cost a great deal.
Hemingway’s writing style is pithy, direct, and evocative; it greatly influenced 20th-century authors, especially in America, where his clipped, direct, and often-masculine phrasings influenced many fiction genres, including crime, adventure, fantasy, and sci-fi.
But the power of his prose arises less from its succinctness and more from the story underneath the words. He might, for example, describe a man intensely focused for hours on a single hobby, but the real story is that the man does so to avoid thinking about a trauma he suffered. Without saying it, the words point to that trauma.
According to Hemingway, the less said, the better. He is rumored to have won a bet that he could compose an entire story in a single sentence. His winning entry was, “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” The Old Man and the Sea contains a number of sentences that could be short stories in their own right: “The old man had taught the boy to fish and the boy loved him” (2). This sums up their relationship perfectly; the reader can imagine the boy’s apprenticeship, the man’s patience with the child’s mistakes, and how the two bonded during that process.
The old man is named Santiago; the word “sant,” or “saint,” contained therein gently suggests the protagonist’s kindly nature and spiritual connection to the sea. Yet the story mentions his name only six times. The young boy, Manolin, is addressed by name twice, each time by Santiago. Manolin contains “mano,” or “hand,” implying that the boy is handy and helpful. The story, however, treats their names almost as afterthoughts, as if man and boy are nameless, or that their names are unimportant, and that their experiences are too universal to personalize in that way.
The author lived for many years in Cuba; he knew well the people and their culture, including their fishing industry and their love of baseball. That sport has for decades been a great passion of the Cuban people; many heroes of America’s Major League Baseball have hailed from Cuba. Santiago is a fan of the New York Yankees, the dominant team in mid-century American baseball. Santiago’s favorite player is Joe DiMaggio, one of the team’s biggest stars. DiMaggio was active between 1938 and 1951; Santiago’s interest in the slugger locates the story within that time period.
The old man’s fascination with the Yankees bespeaks his ongoing engagement with the world. Where some elderly people begin to pull back from society, he retains an enduring interest in it, alongside his persistent work as a fisherman.
His eyes retain their vision into old age, unlike most fishermen, who eventually suffer blindness from the sun’s powerful reflection on the ocean. Santiago’s unhampered eyes share qualities with his mind, still clear and far-seeing despite the decades, and his heart, which never gives up.
Santiago dreams of his youthful apprenticeship aboard sailing ships plying the coast of Africa near the islands of his birth, the Canaries. He no longer dreams of his long-dead wife or of the fish he has caught; his reveries reflect the calmly reflective, peaceful character of his thoughts in old age. The dreams serve as a sanctuary that his mind visits nightly, where it basks in the beauty of youthful memories far removed from the poverty and pains of old age. The recurring symbols of his dreams are lions, creatures of grace and power.
The fishing technique employed by Santiago is common type yet well thought-out, and it is one that he takes pride in performing expertly. He hunts deep-sea fish that sometimes swim far below while they hunt their prey. He also can splice on extra line to extend one to 300 fathoms, or 1800 feet—a third of a mile—in case a big fish bites and takes off.
On day 85, a large marlin does just that, and the great battle begins.
By Ernest Hemingway