When young Charles Lummis heard about a job in the small town of Los Angeles more than a century ago, he walked all the way to it across the plains, up Pike's Peak, down Devil's Gorge, through the Grand Canyon, over the desert. It was, by conservative estimate, one of the grandest hikes in American history. With no reason to be modest, Lummis called his "unpretentious" account of it "the wayside notes of a happy vagabonding.""
When young Charles Lummis heard about a job in the small town of Los Angeles more than a century ago, he walked all the way to it across the plains, u...
Fleming breaks new critical ground in charting Hemingway's preoccupation with writers and their roles as artists.
"The Face in the Mirror" develops a largely overlooked theme in Hemingway's writing--his depiction of writers and the special problems they face, professionally and personally. From his earliest years, Hemingway was preoccupied with the artistic and ethical dilemmas of his writer protagonists. Fleming's book explores Hemingway's concern with writers and writing from the 1920s through the early 1960s. "
Fleming breaks new critical ground in charting Hemingway's preoccupation with writers and their roles as artists.
Ernest Hemingway Robert W. Lewis Robert E. Fleming
An American literary treasure
"The sun was not up but that was because of the flank of the mountain it had to rise over and the light was gray but good and Ngui and I were walking through the grass that was wet from the dew. He walked ahead because he knew where the bait had been hung and I watched the trees and his back and the trail his black legs made through the wetness of the grass. We walked silently and the cold wet of the new knee-high grass against my legs was cold and pleasant. Ngui carried the old Winchester pump gun and I carried the Springfield...
An American literary treasure
"The sun was not up but that was because of the flank of the mountain it had to rise...
Ernest Hemingway Robert W. Lewis Robert E. Fleming
An American literary treasure "The sun was not up but that was because of the flank of the mountain it had to rise over and the light was gray but good and Ngui and I were walking through the grass that was wet from the dew. He walked ahead because he knew where the bait had been hung and I watched the trees and his back and the trail his black legs made through the wetness of the grass. We walked silently and the cold wet of the new knee-high grass against my legs was cold and pleasant. Ngui carried the old Winchester pump gun and I carried the Springfield and the only noise that I heard...
An American literary treasure "The sun was not up but that was because of the flank of the mountain it had to rise over and the light was gray but goo...
