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Ernest Hemingway is bigger than life. Always was, always will be. That why he felt the need to suck on the barrel of that shot gun. It must have been a very crowded life, spending your life in a life that is smaller then you



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Ernest Hemingway – Papa don’t preach

There is nothing to writing.
All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."

Ernest Hemingway is bigger than life. Always was, always will be. That why he felt the need to suck on the barrel of that shot gun.
It must have been a very crowded life, spending your life in a life that is smaller then you, a bit too tight. Which is probably also what sent him to the bottle to drink-himself-small to the right dimensions.

An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools."

I used to admire Hemingway because he was a drunk. Then I didn’t like Hemingway because he was a drunk. Then I loved Hemingway because I understood why he was a drunk. Now I just love Hemingway because he was Hemingway.

Always do sober what you said you'd do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.

And let's admit it, no matter how you look at it, how much of the stories you are willing to take as truth and how many as the aura around his persona building a mythology of herself, he was the best Hemingway anyone could have ever been. And boy did he know how to write. One thing is for sure, as I spent  a couple of years as a paramedic in the army, I can understand how being an ambulance driver in the first world war changed Hemingway's outlook on people, on life , and of course on death. Being so close to the extinguishing of the mortal coil, as an idea, is scarring for a person, but does wonders for a writer.

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be. But what will happen in all the other days that ever come can depend on what you do today. ( For Whom the Bell Tolls)

I had a battered, held together with scotch tape copy of 'the old man and the see' that I used to carry with me. It passed around five apartment moves before it disintegrated into thin air like in a magicians trick, leaving behind it just a small dusty pile of broken words on the shelf.


All my life I've looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.

But you know what? Even in that state it was still better than most other books on that shelf, and there were some very heavy caliber authors there. The kind even Hemmingway himself would have agreed are great writers.
The most essential gift for a good writer is a built-in, shockproof shit detector. This is the writer's radar and all great writers have had it."

I have to say this is Hemmingway's only book that really knocked me off my feet. His other books were a bit too heavy for my taste, sometimes even to the level of being exhausting. A farewell to arms is a brilliant masterpiece but I did struggle to finish it, some I didn’t even manage to finish. I guess I will never know for whom the bells toll. Maybe I was just too young when I read that one.

The old man and the sea was the perfect tale, the perfect grim new version of a mythological story of strength and persistence, of mankind's capabilities and defects. I think it was one of the few books that really inspired me as an adult, as I read it at a relatively late age, one of the few books that their effect could be felt the minute you close the back cover and blow your nose (damn allergies).

But man is not made for defeat," he said. "A man can be destroyed but not defeated. "
( The Old Man and the Sea )

If you haven’t read 'the old man and the sea' go get it now.
If you have read it, read it again.
And if you find a second hand falling apart copy, that has passed many hands and pushed many minds, it is even better.
These are REALLY magical.

  To me heaven would be a big bull ring with me a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on nine different floors. "