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Perhaps cognizant of the summer book lull, large bookstore chains like Borders and Barnes and Noble set out display tables with the classics. Next year, think about reaching for Hemingway instead of Hoag. Or just watch a movie...
...Killers Robert Siodmak, Don Siegel The Ernest Hemingway story, about two tough guys in a diner, is one of the most influential works in American lit; without it, no Pulp Fiction. The 1946 movie expands the action with a long flashback about the gangster's prey, a haunted boxer called Swede (Burt Lancaster in his first movie). The 1964 version has murderous Lee Marvin tangling with the even more venal Ronald Reagan (in his last movie). The set also includes a third film, a short by renegade Soviet auteur Andrei Tarkovsky...
...walk from the beginning of the 20th century, stepping safely from decade to decade, and find one writer after another anointed as the Voice. F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, J.D. Salinger, Jack Kerouac, Joseph Heller, Kurt Vonnegut, Jay McInerney, Bret Easton Ellis ... but once you get to Douglas Coupland (who published Generation X in 1991), the last novelist who on a moonless night could be taken for the V.O.A.G., the trail goes cold. Not quite abruptly--for a few twinkly, magical minutes interest swirled around Wallace, and Eggers (more for his memoir than his fiction), and Chuck Palahniuk--but, ultimately...
...could argue that the current crop of writers is still ripening. But how long does it take? Ellis was still in college when he wrote Less than Zero, a vivid, anhedonic portrait of wasted (in every sense) youth on the L.A. party circuit. Hemingway was only 27 when he published The Sun Also Rises. Fitzgerald wrote The Great Gatsby at 28; Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, 32. (Not that it really matters, but Goethe was just 25 when he published The Sorrows of Young Werther, one of the first voice-of-a-generation novels...
...walked 10 kilometers that day: four purposefully, three getting dreadfully lost, two purposefully inside the Louvre, and a last one getting dreadfully lost yet again while looking for le sortie of the Louvre. This perambulation-filled day was no anomaly: every Parisian activity involves walking. When Ernest Hemingway said, “Paris is a moveable feast,” I think he may have meant that, at any given moment, people here are either moving or feasting. When Parisians aren’t walking, they are sitting on street-side cafés and watching people walk. When...