By David Rutter
When I was 15 and thought myself a smart young man of letters, I read The Sun Also Rises. I knew then I would read everything that Ernest Hemingway wrote because you could not be serious and avoid him.
It was 1961. The summer when he died.
But then I decided I could avoid him.
No, I decided I had to put him aside. It was bittersweet, though likely the first adult decision of my life.
Those times and decisions came back to me this week during the six-hour PBS biographical special Hemingway.
If watching those 360 minutes does not illuminate both the hope and terrible fear of imitating Hemingway, nothing will.
Posted on April 8, 2021