The Lessons of Youth: Ernest Hemingway as a Young Man
Author: Ernest Hemingway
The year 1999 was the Centennial of the birth of Ernest Miller Hemingway, a writer who was a legend during his own lifetime. He stands as a monument to the power of literature and could easily be argued as the most influential American writer of this century. He was an icon, part myth and myth maker, a genius and hero to many and to others he was a writer obsessed with masculinity, violence and death.
Posted on Thu, Apr 01, 1999

Fitzgerald, Hemingway And The Sun Also Rises
"Dear Charley - You wanted to know the decision on Hemingway: We took it, - with misgiving. There was of course a great [question]. I simply thought in the end that the balance was slightly in favor of acceptance, for all the worry [and] general misery involved."
Posted on Mon, Jul 12, 1999 by Paige Grande

A Visit To Hemingway's Cuba And The Search For The Old Man And The Sea
Author: Ernest Hemingway
As the sun rises over the defunct fishing processing plant on the hill overlooking the bay, the backyard roosters settle into a late morning silence. Everyone in Cojimar, Cuba seems headed for the water. Old men pedal slowly along on Chinese-made Flying Pigeon bicycles, fishing poles balanced on the handlebars. Barefoot kids in tattered shorts jog toward the docks where their friends are already honing their splashless back flips.
Posted on Tue, Oct 01, 2002 by Brian Francis Donohue

The Sun Also Sets: A Visit to Hemingway's Grave and Memorial
Author: Ernest Hemingway
It's quiet here at Hemingway's Grave. Sun Valley is filled with late afternoon light and there is a chill in the air. A new red truck drives into the cemetery, parks, and three large men climb out. They come over and ask where Hemingway's grave is. I point to the long stone slab I'm standing next to. It is inscribed: Ernest Miller Hemingway, July 21, 1899- July 2, 1961. Mary lies next to him.
Posted on Fri, Jul 09, 1999 by Frank Bures

Sylvia Beach's Shakespeare & Company: A Mecca for Contemporary Literature
When the French bookshop La Maison des Amis des Livres opened its doors on November 15, 1915, at 7 rue de l'Odeon on the Left Bank in Paris, its 23-year-old owner Adrienne Monnier had the modest goal of wanting to share her love of literature with the public. It was the first free-lending library in France, which enabled Monnier to reach people from all walks of life and turn them into readers.
Posted on Tue, Apr 17, 2007 by Virginie Raguenaud

Hemingway at Shakespeare & Company
Author: Ernest Hemingway
For Ernest Hemingway, the walk from his Latin Quarter flat to Gertrude Stein's pavillon at 27, rue des Fleurs, would have been a pleasant one: down rue Moufftard until a left on rue Clovis took him past St. Etienne du Montno Notre Dame, but the sort of neighborhood church where you might stop and cross yourself if you were drunk and it was late and you were on your way home to your wife.
Posted on Mon, Jul 05, 1999 by John Affleck

Ernest Hemingway and Piggott, Arkansas
Piggott, Arkansas, is a town of just under 4000 residents. Piggott is an attractive town, with lovely homes, and beautiful scenery, but it is an out-of-the-way town, and one doesn't just stop at Piggott while on the way someplace else. It's not off any major interstate, and Piggott doesn't even have a Wal-Mart store.
Posted on Sun, Sep 01, 2002

Hemingway in the Snow
Hemingway's tracks in the snow are easy to follow. This was the Hemingway of the 20's. Back from the Great War, Hemingway was still on his way. A reporter based in Paris for the Toronto Star, a roving correspondent writing down what he saw in typical staccato sentences; he was juggling a vast appetite for life and a tiny budget.
Posted on Thu, Jul 01, 1999 by Mavis Guinard

Places Where Hemingway Fished in Michigan
Author: Ernest Hemingway
One of the first streams Hemingway fished was School Creek, not far from Walloon Lake. As his skill with a fly rod improved and he became older, he would venture to other streams on weekends. These weekend excursions were also camping trips. He would pack his tent, a change of clothes, some food and be on his way. His transportation was  his thumb since he hitchhiked and walked where he wanted to go.
Posted on Tue, Nov 15, 2005 by William Burr

Hemingway in Pamplona
Author: Ernest Hemingway
I've fashioned a makeshift costume out of light khakis, a white t-shirt, and a wild west red bandanna. With me in the line at the bus station are young Spaniards, their uniforms exact: white trousers, white tunics, and the official San Fermin scarf, neatly tied in front and draped across the back. Inexplicably, I'm at the front of the line, a solitary American in questionable attire, and as such am duly ignored.
Posted on Mon, Jul 05, 1999 by John Affleck  

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