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...become a paratrooper. A coffeegrower, big-game hunter and guide in Tanganyika, young Hemingway wryly confessed that he had to sell a gun and his car to raise the $800 air fare. Though he would get little chance to show it in the Army, had he inherited any of Papa's literary genius? Grinned Gregory: "I write nothing more than an occasional bad check!" What did his father have to say about Gregory's hello to arms? As far as Gregory knew, Papa hadn't even heard about it: "I hear he's in Spain, where...
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...
...Illusionist, the novel's red-headed heroine Hélène Noris is defeated when Papa Noris marries her Lesbian seductress Tamara in an effort to still the village gossips. As The Red Room begins, the trio is still under the same roof in the same Flemish provincial town, but the passion between the two women has cooled into ashes of distaste...
...ashes are stirred by Jean Delfau, a wealthy set designer who has come from Paris to help Papa Noris put a little theatrical glamour into his mayoralty campaign. Tamara promptly puts her overripe charms at Jean's disposal, and Hélène just as promptly decides to steal Jean from her simply for revenge...
...Connecticut farmhouse, grey-haired Mama Miller and her balding husband Isidore sat on the porch and talked about "the children." "I made a chicken," fretted Mama, a Brooklyn housewife. "I wish I knew whether they're coming home, so I would know how much potatoes to make." Papa, a retired cloak-and-suiter, consoled her: "Don't worry. I don't think they've forgotten us." At 9:30 p.m., the children returned to Roxbury. To nobody's surprise, Pulitzer Prizewinning Playwright Arthur (Death of a Salesman) Miller, 40, and Cinemactress Marilyn Monroe...