“Isn’t it pretty to tweet so?”
A journalist makes nice with Papa Hem, via Tahrir Square and Old Havana
Hemingway wrote a few good books before he became a cartoon, and I own a couple of them. I stole my copy of The Sun Also Rises from my father, which he got during his school days. It’s the Scribner’s printing from 1954, hardbound and dark blue. I’ve always liked the way it feels in my hands, but not always the writing. The preening masculinity, the anti-Semitism. Hemingway’s postured simplicity.
None of it seems like something you’d want to keep alive, at least for a reader from my generation, but here he is anyway. 113 years after his birth, Hemingway’s legacy continues to survive by continuing to change, by which I mean we continue to find different things we want from him.
We still haven’t come to full grip with Hemingway.