I know. I am a week late. And there is no excuse for it. (Although I have not seen anyone else here comment on the event that took place exactly 50 years ago either).
In the night from Friday 1 July to 2 July, a Nobel-prize awarded writer stepped out of bed, went down the stairs to the basement storage room, fetched a two-barreled shotgun, inserted two shells.. – the rest is history. There could not have been any other ending to Ernest Hemingway’s life. A life worth remembering, for his contribution to modern writing that changed literature forever and an amazing lifestyle.
By the way. The Papa biography I enjoyed most is the series from Michael Reynolds, including a.o. The Paris Years and Hemingway in the 1930s.