It is 1951, and Ernest Hemingway just woke up to another Cuban morning, to sit down at his table and write his brief novel, which would later gain him the Nobel Prize in Literature.
Simple, straightforward and entirely free of any unnecessary words, it is the purest of books I have ever read: The Old Man and the Sea.
Celebrated "for his mastery of the art of narrative" and "for the influence that he has exerted on contemporary style," his methodology that made authors push through, ever-inspiring Ernest.