Tag Archives: Hemingway

Hemingway’s Ghost

Every day and age needs a clean well-lighted place to exact its charms.

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Hemingway in Mexico

Papa Hemingway, gone to pot in Mexico– to have and have not.

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Village

Where the sidewalk ends, a clean, well-lighted place to bond a nightly arc.

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Anima

A mother’s dollhouse, twinning brother and sister– Hemingway, age two.

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The Killers at Red’s

Excerpt from Nocturne Variations appearing in Riot Material. Joe pushed open the door and a bell sang. Max followed Joe into Red’s. The men’s dark hats and trenchcoats were beaded in snow. Joe took off his hat and waved it … Continue reading

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We’ll Always Have Paris

A review of Paula McLain’s The Paris Wife. Hemingway’s classic, A Moveable Feast, is a well-stewed blend of contradictions, much like the man himself. It is a crucible of a valentine, wrapped in vellum and barbed wire. Notorious for holding … Continue reading

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Far End of the Bar

   I could write circles around him, Joe said, sipping his whiskey. Look at him, sitting there, Mr. Smug, Mr. Infallible. I should go over there and give him a good what-for.    He’d knock your block off, Bob responded … Continue reading

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Staring at Paintings, Hungry

Hemingway wrote that he’d go to the Luxembourg, hungry, and stare at the paintings and this was a great way to see art.

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Running with the Bullshit

Far end of the bar, drinkers with writing problems– It’s Hemingway’s fault.

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