Ernest Hemingway

The Brasserie Lipp is famous for three things: Its choucroute; its cevelas, cold, squishy sausages smothered in mustard; and the man who made those sausages famous, a young writer named Ernest Hemingway, who came here when he had enough francs in his pocket for a cheap lunch. It’s not so cheap anymore. I had come to...
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The writer’s legacy in the town that he helped transform BY DAVID FREY PHOTOGRAPHY MARK OLIVER ILLUSTRATION GINA SCANLON On the morning of Ernest Hemingway’s death, long shadows tugged at a typewriter perched at the window where clear Idaho skies hovered over the Wood River Valley. Throughout his writing life, Hemingway had always visited...
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Cristina and I step off the Metro at Chateau Rouge and step into the sunlight and into another world. It’s a Saturday, and Saturday is market day. The streets are filled with vendors in bright African clothes selling mangos and papayas, fish and lamb, African prints and pirate DVDs. “It’s hard to say this...
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Hemingway has left us plenty of lessons, but this is one of the most enduring: embrace the world. I’ve been in Europe for the past three weeks walking in the footsteps of Hemingway, exploring how these places have changed since Hemingway’s day. To see what Hemingway can tell us about these places, and what these places...
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The problem with looking for the Buena Vista Social Club? It doesn’t exist.
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The Big Wood River rollicks through tall cottonwood trees, their yellow leaves cascading to the dense litter below. A hint of snow from the distant mountains peeks through. Giant homes are scattered along the other side of the bank. This isn’t the view Ernest Hemingway would have known. Those giant houses weren’t there. Neither...
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