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“Well, he had his demons,” we say when we get news of another brilliant artist gone to their grave, if not directly by their own hand, then by bad habits so thoroughly indulged that they might as well have. The literary list is long: Virginia Woolf, Sylvia Plath, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Hunter S. Thompson, David Foster Wallace, and more. Towering over them all, of course, is Ernest Hemingway: terse modernist, wounded veteran, drinker, lover, fighter, hunter, suicide, and subject of master documentary maker Ken Burns’ latest offering. And if Hemingway is about the writer’s larger-than-life life, the series is also about his death. ....
Bearded Bar-Hoppers in Florida's Key West Compete in Ernest Hemingway Lookalike Contest insideedition.com - get the latest breaking news, showbiz & celebrity photos, sport news & rumours, viral videos and top stories from insideedition.com Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday newspapers.
New York César Chelala Ernest Hemingway inspired many Latin American writers. Perhaps in none did he leave a stronger impression than in Gabriel García Márquez. Márquez was walking in Paris in the spring of 1957 when he saw, on the opposite side, the unmistakable figure of Hemingway. In one of his articles, Gabriel García Márquez recounts this moment, “I recognized him immediately, as he passed with his wife Mary Welsh on the Boulevard St. Michel in Paris one rainy spring day in 1957. He walked on the other side of the street toward the Luxembourg Gardens, wearing a worn pair of cowboy pants, a plaid shirt and a ballplayer s cap. The only thing that didn t look as if it belonged to him was a pair of metal-rimmed glasses, tiny and round, which gave him a premature grandfatherly air. For a fraction of a second, as always seemed to be the case, I found myself divided between my two competing roles. I didn t know whether to ask him for an interview or cross ....