Hemingway at least had the grace to use short declarative sentences. My problem with Hemingway is that he was a fan not a participant. He wrote about what he saw or heard unlike Dos Pasos, for example, not what he participated in.
“Hemingway, whom I detest”
I’ve never understood the fascination with Hemingway. To me, his work is reminiscent of a child’s alphabet blocks, simplistic to the point of primitivism.
The twenty’s best writer, IMO, is Sinclar Lewis followed by F. Scott Fitzgerald and, on the left, John dos Passos.