The main characteristic of a tragic hero is his hamartia, usually an over-inflated ego or a stubborn sense of pride. That being said, Santiago seems to be missing the key trait of a tragic hero, seeing as “…he had attained humility… and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride” (page 14). Furthermore, Hemingway gives the impression that Santiago is at peace with himself- one might even venture to say that Santiago is flawless. It is almost as if he has gone through a catharsis from having seen and experienced his own life’s tragedy; his soul being cleansed thus making him simple, hopeful, and benevolent. However, it is this purity and benevolence that is his tragic flaw. His head is full of thoughts that tell him: “tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current” (page 14) which in turn instills him with a naïve hope that “eighty- five is a lucky number… tomorrow is the eighty- fifth day” (page 16-17). The old man has an unshakable ambition that will not allow him to open his eyes to the reality of his situation: he has not caught a fish in 85 days and is simply surviving off the generosity of a boy. His incessant ignorance brings him the simplest form of bliss. However, it will ultimately be the cause of
The main characteristic of a tragic hero is his hamartia, usually an over-inflated ego or a stubborn sense of pride. That being said, Santiago seems to be missing the key trait of a tragic hero, seeing as “…he had attained humility… and he knew it was not disgraceful and it carried no loss of true pride” (page 14). Furthermore, Hemingway gives the impression that Santiago is at peace with himself- one might even venture to say that Santiago is flawless. It is almost as if he has gone through a catharsis from having seen and experienced his own life’s tragedy; his soul being cleansed thus making him simple, hopeful, and benevolent. However, it is this purity and benevolence that is his tragic flaw. His head is full of thoughts that tell him: “tomorrow is going to be a good day with this current” (page 14) which in turn instills him with a naïve hope that “eighty- five is a lucky number… tomorrow is the eighty- fifth day” (page 16-17). The old man has an unshakable ambition that will not allow him to open his eyes to the reality of his situation: he has not caught a fish in 85 days and is simply surviving off the generosity of a boy. His incessant ignorance brings him the simplest form of bliss. However, it will ultimately be the cause of