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With plenty of works in progress but no finished manuscript under his arm, Novelist Ernest Hemingway arrived incognito with wife Mary at a midtown Manhattan hotel for a quiet holiday far from his Cuban finca. Meanwhile, two short stories, the first new Hemingway fiction to be published since The Old Man and the Sea in 1952, were being put to bed for the centennial issue of the Atlantic, which will be out at the end of October. Apparently stemming from the experience Hemingway underwent when he was temporarily blinded after his plane crash in Africa in 1954, the stories...
Leaving behind his Cuban finca, 25 cats, seven cows, several dogs, one screech owl and the stuffed lion's mouth in which he deposits high-priority letters, Author Ernest ("Papa") Hemingway and wife Mary slippe'd undetected into the canyons of Manhattan, enjoyed some semisecret days of fleshpot scouring without revealing his resting place ("I just want to confuse the hell out of Celebrity Service"), made a special excursion to the Bronx Zoo to converse with its two hippos ("I needed Miss Mary around for the grammar"), slipped off as quietly as he had arrived for a sojourn...
...delicacy in question, and what she is wasted on here is an ordinary Grade B jungle bungle. In Green Fire, as in Mogambo, the only other picture she has made at Metro, Grace is caviar to the crocodiles. A coffee heiress, she lives on a South American mocha finca. The nearest eligible male is weeks away. Hold on though, here comes Stewart Granger up the river, looking almost as hungry as she does. He is not hungry for love, however, but for money. That mountain over there, he tells Grace, is full of it. Emeralds! He digs and digs...
...Mary Welsh Hemingway, 46, an indefatigable former newspaper and magazine correspondent* from Minnesota, it is a fortunate day when she can reckon by 7 p.m. how many are staying for dinner and by 10 how many for the night. Life at Finca Vigia is, as she once reported it, a "perpetual weekend . . . involving time, space, motion, noise, animals and personalities, always approaching but seldom actually attaining complete uproar...
...past, when the routine at Finca Vigia grew too distracting, Hemingway found escape along grand avenues-a return to the plains below Tanganyika's Kilimanjaro or another trip to Venice, or a nightclub-and-museum-crawling trip to New York. But for the battered and mellowing Hemingway of today, the favorite refuge is his boat...