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shiftythrifting · 2 years
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An absolutely ridiculous unicorn mug i did not buy, a unicorn mug i did buy, FLODD, a captivatingly cute clown box, and "baby timbs, never worn"
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1introvertedsage · 6 days
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If a writer stops observing he is finished. Experience is communicated by small details intimately observed.
~Ernest Hemingway~
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sexofword · 1 year
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Writing
"All style is, is the awkwardness of a writer in stating a fact. If you have a way of your own, you are fortunate, but if you try to write like somebody else, you’ll have the awkwardness of the other writer as well as your own"
Ernest Hemmingway
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theunkillabledemon · 1 year
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But a man is not meant for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.
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dorianslayyy · 2 years
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[with horror] Oh my god...
Poetry
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wildeanideals · 1 year
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Autumn Erasmus Memories
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2023 Pinterest 50 Books Reading Challenge
31. A Book with Bad Reviews
The Old Man and The Sea by Earnest Hemmingway
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bigtroublestore · 1 year
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New season arrivals from @papa_nui_cap_co have hit the shelves. Some great new styles and the fantastic build quality you have come to expect from the Papa! Look for them online soon. #papanui #papanuisays #madeinjapan #bigbill #hemmingway #caps #vintage #military #a3cap #camo #bigtroublestore #keywest #surryhillsboutique #sydney (at Big Trouble Store) https://www.instagram.com/p/CrCr0HRrh0X/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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dramaticmonologue · 1 year
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I really shouldn't have picked The Sun Also Rises as my first Hemmingway novel, right? Now I feel like if this is what his characters are like, I would be less willing to pickup another one of his novels. In retrospect though, Hemmingway would probably be thrilled that readers don't give a damn about his characters in this novel as perhaps that was his intention, to present the dullness of post war modern society which doesn't seem to learn from its mistakes.
Also, is there any good comparison or review of TSAR and Evelyn Waugh's Vile Bodies ? Or do I have to write it myself?
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typeandcompany · 1 year
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Now this is a great story about Hemmingway.
In 1954 his plan plane crashed in Uganda. He and his wife were hurt survived overnight in the bush. The next day, the rescue plane they boarded would crash upon take off causing more injuries. In hospital he would read his own obits and tell the press, "My luck, she is running very good."
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Paris
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Stanley Stewart: When good Americans die, wrote Oscar Wilde, they all go to Paris. Of course, Americans can be impatient people, and quite a few, hoping to beat the queues, don’t wait for death. Many good American writers, plus quite a few British and Irish writers, have made their way to Paris with the idea that in the City of Light they will be able to find their literary voice in a way that would not be possible in Des Moines or Darlington or Dublin. Or at least get a seat on the terrasse of Café de Flore. 
A hundred years ago, Ernest Hemingway, arguably the most famous of the American literary expatriates, first climbed the stairs with his wife Hadley, past the shared toilets on each landing, to their cramped fourth floor flat in 74 Rue du Cardinal Lemoine. The apartment, Hemingway wrote to a friend back home in Chicago, “would not be uncomfortable to anyone used to a Michigan outhouse”. Hemingway was only 22, and hadn’t yet written anything of note. The couple were sustained by Hadley’s small trust fund and by news stories that Hemingway filed to the Toronto Star.
In the long procession of expatriates to Paris, the 1920s, what the French called les années folles, or “the crazy years”, was the high-water mark. A cavalcade of young writers were making their way to the city, aided by a favourable exchange rate and prompted by the notion that it was simply the place to be. Hemingway was soon moving in a remarkable literary world that included Ezra Pound, James Joyce, Wyndham Lewis, Morley Callaghan, Gertrude Stein and F Scott Fitzgerald, all orbiting round Sylvia Beach’s Shakespeare and Company bookshop. Stein would call them the Lost Generation, scarred by the experiences of the first world war, and now culturally adrift.
But even beyond these expatriate literary circles, Paris in the twenties seems now to be the foundation of our modern cultural world. Abstract art, surrealism, existentialism, American jazz, all were bubbling furiously through the cafés of the Left Bank. For Hemingway, they were wonderful years, “when we were very poor and very happy”. A lifetime later, long after fame had consumed him, Hemingway wrote a memoir of his time in Paris. The book is rich in nostalgia, an old man looking back on his young self, when everything was new and promising and a whole world was unfolding, before he became, in the words of his biographer, Jeffrey Meyers, “the swaggering hero of the thirties, the drunken braggart of the forties, and the sad wreck of the late fifties”. A Moveable Feast was published posthumously in 1964, three years after Hemingway had shot himself on the porch of his house in Ketchum in Idaho.
[Financial Times]
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workingonit-currently · 9 months
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^Fitzgerald
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Quittin time! Finally me(weed) time💪🏽😁🦖🌳🤜🏽
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The Hemingway website is a gift for me, who struggles with passive voice and just fussing over my editing stage in general but why. God, why is the background for that website so searingly white? Rest in pieces eyeballs. I shall place coins and send you down the river styx ouch.
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THE LONGEST WALK (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1433441483-the-longest-walk?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Liberace1 Joey staggers home in a nauseous after witnessing the scene with Esperanza and the guy in purple
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