Ernest Hemingway fishing, Key West, 1928.
Posted on February 6, 2012 at 12:01 am in Books, Literature, Writers | RSS feed
This picture and Herman Melville’s majesty will lead me to a shameful life as an adulteress. . . #HesterPrynne2.0
Hawthorne also exists…..
Hmmm…this image is part one of a ten-part series of topless Hemingways I put together last night. Future shirtless Papas are not so prizeworthy, perhaps…
Ya’ say you like scrawny ninety pound asthmatic weaklings? Who live life all the way to full tilt boogie? Brings to mind what the good ole’ boys say when they are whacking at their hunting dogs trying to break up a snarl fest, ‘it’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the fight in the dog.’ Long live Papa Hemingway.
I recently toured the Hemingway House in Key West. The tour guide was great, and had a lot of great stories. Did you know he had the men’s urinal from Sloppy Joe’s bar installed near the pool he didn’t want his wife to have installed? When she insisted he have it removed because she entertained famous guests, he pointed to the pool. When you get rid of that, I’ll get rid of this.
I took pictures of some of Hem’s books at Hemingway House a few years ago:
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