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Aging yuppies love Hemingway. Manly men wannabes are buying Hemingway-brand eyeglasses and Hemingway pens, and doing rugged vacations the Hemingway. In an American Express ad, the owner of Harry's Bar (the author's favorite) ! describes the big guy's love of martinis. Warning for marlin: this trend is dangerous to your health...
...contestants were two articulate World War II veterans named Jack and Dick, who had primed for their moment in the spotlight as if going into combat. Instead of being cloistered in isolation booths like the early quiz- show participants, the two men stood behind individual lecterns, as solitary as Hemingway heroes. The questions -- posed by a distinguished panel of journalists to reassure viewers that nothing was rigged -- demanded both a detailed knowledge of government programs (farm subsidies and the Tennessee Valley Authority) and a travel writer's mastery of obscure foreign locales (Ghana, Laos and Formosa...
...mass hysteria in the modern age and the mob of mankind. This is the "No" that is countered by the affirmative "Yes" of Matisse, Lachaise, Brancusi and Delaunay, Joyce, Nabokov and Chagall, along with "Yes" shelfmates W. B. Yeats, Wallace Stevens, William Carlos Williams, Marianne Moore, Richard Wilbur, Hemingway, Faulkner, Eudora Welty, Mondrian, Brancusi and Alexander Calder...
...paradox creeps through literary history like a specter: Edgar Allen Poe and Earnest Hemingway killed themselves. Jack Keroauc drank himself to death. My case is not so extreme, either in talent or depression. But the urge to write, and the emotions that fuel good writing, stem from a deep sensitivity to the world outside. A writer's conscience is like skin so sensitive that the air hurts. You've got to dance with the dark side, my brother always tells...
...paradox creeps through literary history like a specter: Edgar Allen Poe and Ernest Hemingway killed themselves. Jack Keroauc drank himself to death. My case is not so extreme, either in talent or depression. But the urge to write, and the emotions that fuel good writing, stem from a deep sensitivity to the world outside. A writer's conscience is like skin so sensitive that the air hurts. You've got to dance with the dark side, my brother always tells...