Short stories are what Hemingway excelled at, and indeed, this collection is about as remote from Roald Dahl or Saki as conceivable, though they share their taste for simplicity.
Hemingway's simplicity, however, is deceptive, as this reads a lot like poetry : You need to leaf back and forth in the book, check data, compare scenes, pause to meditate and digest to comprehend what you just read. Every phrase is ripe with meaning.
Ezra Pound's brilliant quote is exceedingly well-suited : "language charged with meaning to its utmost possible degree."
Sadly, I have never one for poetry and as a consequence, have never really felt Hemingway to be my cup of tea, either. At a loss to determine why.