Jason Kottke recently posted an interesting tidbit about Ernest Hemingway’s standing desk.
Posts tagged “Hemingway”
Baby Hemingway
The JFK Presidential Library and Museum has just released fully digitized copies of Ernest Hemingway’s mother’s scrapbooks, which chronicle the writer’s childhood and adolescent years in five volumes. The scrapbooks … juxtapose [her] observations and notes with photographs, drawings, and other ephemera … [She] recorded all of the bits of baby talk that she found
Notes from History
Can you imagine opening a book and finding a note from Hemingway inside?
Alternate Endings
The war seemed as far away as the football games of some one else’s college.
The Heming Way
I just received an email from the publisher of a new book about Hemingway. The book is titled The Heming Way: How to Unleash the Booze-Inhaling, Animal-Slaughtering, War-Glorifying, Hairy-Chested Retro-Sexual Legend Within, Just Like Papa!. The email asked if I’d be interested in getting a copy to review, to which I of course replied in
To Have and Have Another
How to drink like Hemingway
Today would have been the 113th birthday of Ernest Hemingway, born in Oak Park, Illinois. He started his writing life as a journalist, but when he was in Paris after World War I, working as a foreign correspondent for the Toronto Star, he was encouraged to take a more literary turn by other American writers like Scott Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound, and Gertrude Stein. His first collection of short stories, In Our Time, was published in 1925.
Both U.S. presidential candidates of 2008 cited Hemingway’s For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940) as one of their favorite books. It’s about an American teacher, Robert Jordan, who volunteers to go fight in the Spanish Civil War and, after being wounded in battle, contemplates shooting himself to end the pain. But when the enemy comes into sight, Jordan delays their approach so that his own comrades can escape to safety. And then he dies.
The Writer’s Almanac
Across the River and into the Trees
On reading Hemingway to my son