Hemingway Visits Milan, 1920s (by Milan l’era inscì)
This document was attached to a letter Ernest Hemingway wrote to Charles Scribner, which details the list of possible titles Hemingway considered for his Paris memoirs. In the end, the book was published under A Moveable Feast. Featured in Fall 1993 issue.
This…is the greatest story ever told
they also went to the louvre together to, like, check out the dicks on statues for comparison just to calm scott the fuck down.
(i can just picture them, scott being his usual neurotic self, and ernest just like, ‘give me strength. are you fucking kidding me? i nearly died in the war. i have a fucking medal of bravery. and we’re looking at cocks together. gatsby can only take you so far, my friend. you better write another goddamn masterpiece soon.’)
(Source: iluvalbertfishstickz)
Czechoslovak title page (1966) by oliver.tomas on Flickr.
a farewell to arms: Ernest Hemingway: A Manly Man
These are facts I live with that I need everyone to know:
- Once Hemingway tore off his shirt and subsequently punched Max Eastman in the face.
- He also threw massive shade on Faulkner.
- And once told Fitzgerald to kiss his ass.
- He was bros with Robert Capa and Man Ray.
- A hurricane once stranded him for 17 days.
- He was attacked by a lion.
- He once tried to just straight up walk into a plane propeller.
- He drank over two bottles of liquor a day plus wine with every meal.
- And had absinthe for breakfast.
- He went out drinking and got into bar fights with James Joyce.
- He survived five wars.
- And two plane crashes.
- And a car crash.
- And a skylight falling on him when he went to pee in the middle of the night.
- He also wrote some books I think.
Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.
“Good night,” the other said. Turning off the electric light he continued the conversation with himself, it was the light of course but it is necessary that the place be clean and pleasant. You do not want music. Certainly you do not want music. Nor can you stand before a bar with dignity although that is all that is provided for these hours.
What did he fear? It was not a fear or dread, it was a nothing that he knew too well. It was all a nothing and a man was a nothing too. It was only that and light was all it needed and a certain cleanness and order. Some lived in it and never felt it but he knew it was all nada y pues nada y nada y pues nada. Our nada who art in nada, nada be thy name thy kingdom nada thy will be nada in nada as it is in nada. Give us this nada our daily nada and nada us our nada as we nada our nadas and nada us not into nada but deliver us from nada; pues nada. Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee.
He smiled and stood before a bar with a shining steam pressure coffee machine.
from “A Clean, Well-Lighted Place” by Ernest Hemingway
1. Mark Twain - “He had his leather bound notebooks custom made according to his own design idea. Each page had a tab; once a page had been used, he would tear off its tab, allowing him to easily find the next blank page for his jottings”
2 & 3. Charles Darwin - “The notebooks were filled with memorandum to himself on things to look further into, questions he wanted to answer, scientific speculations, notes on the many books he was currently reading, natural observations, sketches, and lists of the books he had read and wanted to read. But the progression is far from orderly: the entries are chaotically arranged and wide-ranging; they jump from one scientific subject to the next and are interspersed with notes on correspondences and conversations. He would rest the notebook on his desk and write horizontally down the page with a pen, and, like Isaac Newton, he would sometimes start in from both ends of the notebook at once and work towards the middle.
4. Jack Kerouac - The notebook entry reads:
“Ginsberg — intelligent enuf, interested in the outward appearance & pose of great things, intelligent enuf to know where to find them, but once there he acts like Jerry Newman, the photographer anxious to be photographed photographing —— Ginsberg wants to run his hand up the backs of people, for this he gives and seldom takes — He is also a mental screwball
*(Tape recorder anxious to be tape recorded tape recording) (like Seymour Barab anxious to have his name in larger letters than Robert Louis Stevenson, like Steinberg & Verlaine Rimbaud Baudelaire”
5. Ernest Hemingway - The notebook entry reads:
“My name is Ernest Miller Hemingway
I was born on July 21, 1899
My favorite authors are Kipling, O. Henry and Steuart Edward White.
My favorite flower is lady slipper and tiger lily.
My favorite sports are trout fishing, hiking, shooting, football and boxing.
My favorite studies are English, zoology and chemistry.
I intend to travel and write.”
(Source: likeafieldmouse)
Accurate as fuck.
