Ernest Hemingway: war hero, big-game hunter, ‘gin-soaked abusive monster’
Sandra Spanier and Robert W. Trogdon, editors THE LETTERS OF ERNEST HEMINGWAY Volume One: 1907–1922 Paul Hendrickson HEMINGWAY’S BOAT Everything he loved in life, and lost, 1934–1961 "Gee I’m afraid I wont be good for anything after this war!”, Ernest Hemingway wrote to his parents in September 1918. He was recuperating at an Alpine hotel on Lake Maggiore, having been granted leave from the military hospital where he was undergoing “electrical treatments” on his severely wounded legs. “All I know now is war”, the nineteen-year-old continued. “Everything else seems like a dream.”... The prediction that war was all he knew was less reckless than it sounded at the time, however. Hemingway died fifty years ago, shooting himself in the head in the early morning of July 2, 1961, at the house he shared with his fourth wife, Mary Welsh, in Ketchum, Idaho. The last ten years of the marriage, which began in 1946, had been marked by insult, paranoia and violence. “It is more than a yea