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...USUALLY calm audience at the Loeb Drama Center suddenly forgets itself and yells "Author! Author!" after a performance of The Hemingway Play it's easy to imagine Frederic Hunter taking off out the back door. He is an unassuming man, humble about himself and his work. He'd rather write than talk about it. He is tall, thin, soft-spoken and wears tennis shoes. He has large hands and holds doors open for people in public places. He doesn't look like a Californian...
...Hemingway Play. This is the biggie of the Loeb's summer season, the world premiere of a play that won the National Playwrights Conference Award in 1973. Author Frederic Hunter has chosen to tell the story of Hemingway's life in a rather unorthodox way--four different Hemingways, each representing the writer at a different stage of his life, meet each other during the course of the play, Advance word is that the play is no less than "great," and an excellent cast has been assembled for its debut. Opens at the Loeb Wednesday and continues through August 9, with...
...solar energy of his landscape; the shadowy Indian existence is thrown against the brilliant screen of another reality that hovers, shimmers and then vanishes the way it came. Claremon is a bit of a necromancer himself, easily summoning up the spirits of B. Traven, Garcia Lorca and-unhappily -Ernest Hemingway. It is in echoing Papa's Spanish style that the novelist makes his largest error. For to use "for" on almost every page is to bring a monotony to a highly charged work. For an author does not render Mexican into English that way. An occasional omission...
Nine months ago, Margaux Hemingway stepped off a plane at New York's La Guardia Airport. Like other immigrants to the Big Apple, she was a little green. She had the blessing of the folks back home in Ketchum, Idaho, a happy disposition and a waiting boy friend. As a "hotdog skier" and sometime soccer player, and with only a year of odd jobs behind her, she did not have the exact skills suited to Manhattan's job market. But her grandfather had been Ernest Hemingway, so she had a well-known name. And though some...
...like Napoleon. Margaux has picked up the fashion world and wrapped it round her little finger; she has tamed the press and subdued Madison Avenue. "It's like a fairy tale," she agrees. "But blah blah, woof woof, as Jimi Hendrix used to say." Says Miss Mary, Ernest Hemingway's widow (and Margaux's step-grandmother): "She was such a nice healthy kid, I hope nothing spoils her, natch." About her publicity-hating grandfather, Margaux is admiringly respectful, exulting: "Grandpa's spirit's in my marrow." But she prefers people to realize that...