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Hemingway, Ernest
Description
- ink and paper
8vo (190 x 132 mm). Publisher's black cloth with gold paper labels in pictorial dust-jacket; spine label rubbed, very minor bumping to corners; first issue jacket rubbed with minor loss at slightly faded spine ends, few minor closed tears along bottom of rear panel, a little rubbed overall.
Provenance
Literature
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Catalogue Note
First edition, first issue, inscribed to his father-in-law with a chronology of its writing and a defense of his "fairly lousy" book.
James Richardson, Ernest's then wife Hadley's father, has pasted a number of reviews from papers and magazines to the front pastedown and endleaves, and some of the more negative ✱comments have drawn a response from Hemingway on the half-title:
"To James Richardson / this book which the clippings / he has pasted int☂o it say is / fairly lousy but which was the / best the author could do in / six weeks of the summe𒅌r of 1925 / Ernest Hemingway"
He then records the peripatet🌱ic method of his writing it, " Started July 21 / Written in Madrid, Valencia, San Sebastian, / Hendaye a𝔍nd Paris - Finished September 6 - / Rewritten in December and March in / Schuurr, Voralley, Austria - / (Hotel Taube)"
This tale of Post-War Americans in Europe, written in the midst of it, "... soon became a handbook of conduct for the new generation ... It is all carved in stone, bigger and truer than life; and it is the work of a man who, having ended his busy term of apprenticeship, was already a master at twenty-six ... " (Malcolm Cowley, A Second Flowering).