And that’s what the story is about; the beginning and end of life, how rough it some times might be, and a young boy’s confrontation with this. Because of his father’s occupation, Nick is in all likelihood familiar with both child birth and death, but not in this violent way. Why a person would want to kill himself isn’t easy to understand for a young boy like Nick. Not even his father, the doctor, has a good explanation for this. To the mystery of birth, the doctor gives his son a plain and simple medical explanation of what is happening, but suicide is far from as easy to explain as what happens when a child is born.
The doctor strikes me as a highly respected and likeable person. He is calm and focused during all the incidents in the shanty – exactly the kind of man you would want to help you in a situation like this. The relationship between him and his son is also seemingly well. Nick looks up to his father, but I don’t medicine will be the path he chooses for a living, he lacks his father’s ability to find joy in feats like performing an Caesarean in the middle of nowhere. Nick seems repulsed by the violence that imprints the things that happen in the shanty.
The first time I read Indian Camp, I didn’t really like it. It is what I would call ‘flat’ – there is very little action, and if you don’t dig deeper into it, you won’t get much out of it. Hemingway’s style is abrupt and leaves many questions out in the open, and I think this is part of what made me a bit frustrated reading this short story. But, after reading through it another time, it started to address me in a higher degree.
These mysteries of life that Hemingway focuses on in Indian Camp are fascinating issues that have made philosophers and common people ruminate on through all times. I still can’t say that I fully understand the underlying meaning of this short story, but while reading it, Indian Camp made me think and reflect, and I think Hemingway would be satisfied, just knowing his story had at least achieved this!
