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East of Constantinople, West of Shanghai


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In Cuba, during the war

It can be argued that Ernest Hemingway was one of those authors that turned their own life into a story they were writing and selling.
Whether it was a conscious effort or an unplanned consequence of a number of circumstances I cannot say, but it’s certain that “Hemingway” was not just a set of books, but also a style, an attitude, a lifestyle.
A brand and a platform, modern marketeers might say.
Look at all those photographs.
We don’t have as many shots of, say, Raymond Chandler or Dorothy Parker, they are not so widely circulated.

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It is not surprising then if Ernest Hemingway became the subject of other people’s fiction. Continue reading


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Testing the Hemingway App

Improve-your-Writing-Skills-with-the-Hemingway-App-06I’m experimenting with the Hemingway App.
I found out about it early this morning, and I decided to give it a spin.
The Hemingway App is free, and promises to improve my English, so, why not?
I am using it to check this post, and I’ll add the software’s observations between square brackets, so that you an get an idea.
[for instance, this phrase was flagged as hard to read – and the verbs in this sentence were tagged as passive voice] Continue reading


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Like a letter from the past

indexI was going through my shelf-load of photography handbooks, because I’m taking some time off tomorrow to take some photos, play tourist, stuff like that, and I needed a reference from a certain handbook.
Well, what you know, the handbook is not to be found.
Lost when I moved? Lent to someone that kept it? Misplaced?
I don’t know.
I could re-order it for about five bucks – which I hate as a matter of principle.

On the other hand, I found an old hardback copy of Ernest Hemingway Green Hills of Africa, among my photo handbooks. Continue reading