Ernest Hemingway died by shooting himself with a shotgun in the mouth. It wasn’t a pistol. It wasn’t in the temple. It wasn’t by someone else’s hand. It was a shotgun, he pulled the trigger, and the shot went into his mouth. There is no other way that Ernest Hemingway could have died. For him, [...]
Posts Tagged ‘hemingway’
Triple Shot. (Perfect Death Edition)
Posted in Triple Shots, tagged blogging, Camus, death, hemingway, maya, Oscar Wilde on July 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Just pull the chord.
Posted in historyish, tagged absinthe, camping, hemingway, injury, rue mouffetard, scars, shotgun, tent on April 2, 2009 | 2 Comments »
When Hemingway was 29 years old, his young life in Paris ended. On a warmer than usual March night, after too much wine and absinthe, Hemmie made his way into the shared bathroom down the hall from his bedroom on the rue Mouffetard, and, not bothering to turn on the light, after relieving himself, confused [...]
Paris English Bookshops.
Posted in places, tagged abbey bookshop, books, haiku, hemingway, maple syrup, paris, shakespeare and company on February 26, 2009 | 1 Comment »
There is a blog I enjoy reading that is a good reminder of why it is good to be young, crafty, organic, and in love, that recently did a post directed at people who, well, I’ll just say for people who describe old bookshops as dangerous. So here in Paris, there are some essential ex-pat [...]
Hemingway/Fitzgerald
Posted in historyish, people, tagged fitzgerald, hemingway, jeremy, literature on January 19, 2009 | 6 Comments »
I have a misguided friend. He is smart, witty, funny and awfully cute, but tragically misguided. He recently posted on his blog asking the question of who exemplifies more perfectly the “American experience,” F. Scott Fitzgerald or Ernest Miller Hemingway. He argues that Hemingway’s overly simplistic noun-verb structure simply will never be enough to bring [...]
