Today I’m going to try to recreate his journey to the trenches and back (without the getting blown up bit) to see what, if anything, is as it was. A good start. The farmhouse at which he was billet...
Once Hemingway had been in a place where he was happy and had worked well, he regarded it in some sense as his property. So, in August 1944, not long after he’d suffered another mangling car accide...
'At noon of Sunday July 6th the festival exploded, there is no other way to describe it.' Hemingway's description in The Sun Also Rises (published as Fiesta in Europe), captures the moment but hard...
Woken, with tea, at twenty past five. Dawn comes like an old television set warming up. Every time I look outside there’s a little more light in the darkness.
In this wonderful blend of adventure and travel writing, Michael follows in the footsteps of one of the great literary figures of the century.
