He died on July 2, 1961, so Papa would have been 115 years old today if he hadn’t shot himself in the gut. That’s also assuming he wouldn’t have drank himself to death, keeled over from lung cancer, OD’d on bacon or perished in some freak fishing accident instead.
His beautifully sparse writing has made Hemingway a favorite of aspiring writers for generations. So tell me, what’s your favorite Hemingway sentence? Copy and paste it in the comment section below.
One of my favorite sentences (there are too many to pick one) comes from the very first page of The Old Man and the Sea, the last novel Hemingway would ever see published.
The sail was patched with flour sacks and, furled, it looked like the flag of permanent defeat.
Knocks the wind right out of you, doesn’t it? Comment below with your favorite Hemingway sentence.