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COLUMN FORTY-NINE, SEPTEMBER 1, 1999
(Copyright © 1999 Al Aronowitz)
(Photo by Brenda Saunders )
THE SHAKESPEARE SQUADRON
(PART 4):ERNEST HEMINGWAY
Ernest Hemingway was cleaning the pool at a set like the
Finca Vigía. Six-toed cats
observed his progress, as he lifted the leaves of 12 varieties of mango tree out
of the pool. A natural heavyweight,
running to fat. Hemingway's liver
coiled around his trunk like a strangler fig, or remora.
Q:
You talk to Faulkner yet?
A:
Yes. I did.
Q:
Was he soused? Out there in
Tinsel Town, drinking highballs
with umbrellas in them? Did
he have a hanky in his sleeve, and smoke
with a cigarette
holder?
A:
He was drinking bourbon and branch water.
Just as you are drinking
light rum and water.
Q:
There's no water in this rum. No
ice. Just rum.
A:
Sorry.
Q:
It's 4:00 in the afternoon.
I was up before the break of day. Writing.
Drinking Vichy water.
After I wrote, I swam, then read, and answered my mail.
I had a couple of glasses of wine with lunch, and took a nap, at
siesta, after making love to Mary.
Now I'm having a drink. With
your permission.
I'll have wine at supper, whiskey afterwards.
I'll read until bedtime.
I'll be in bed by 10:00.
I don't get shitfaced drunk unless I'm on holiday and I'm not on
Holiday when I'm writing.
You don't write the books I've written, the number and the quality,
and drink like the people I write about drink.
There's drinking and writing.
Writing comes first.
I'm told you no longer drink.
Q:
I drank that way as long as I could.
Writing came first.
When I couldn't control the drinking, I quit.
A:
I would have too. My suicide
came first. A clinical condition
unrelated to the use of alcohol. Although
alcohol, a depressant, may
have exacerbated it.
Q:
If you say so.
A:
I say so.
If you haven't committed suicide you don't know shit about it.
Q:
You're right. I haven't and
I don't. In fact, it sounds to me
like
you are controlling the drinking. The
electric shock treatments,
and memory loss, were probably worse for you than a drink after supper.
If you were drinking because you couldn't write, the lack of
writing caused the drinking, rather than the drinking causing the lack
of writing.
Have one for me.
A:
One for you, one for me, and one for good measure.
Q:
Did you read what Toni Morrison said about you being a racist?
A:
Toni Morrison isn't fit to carry my jock.
She's an affirmative
action laureate. A token.
Q:
You said once that the Nobel prize ruined every writer who won it.
A:
I didn't say that. I was
reported as having said that.
Listen. Don't believe
everything you read in the papers.
Don't you know that yet?
Q:
How do you feel about the Nobel Prize?
A:
It's not given for the work that wins it for you.
It's given later,
when you're past your prime.
That's not the same thing as saying you don't deserve it, or it
jinxes you.
More like, it ratifies the jinx. You're
already jinxed, so you might
as well have the prize, too.
Q:
Are you a racist?
A:
Yes, and a misogynist and an anti-Semite, too.
I reflect my time,
my social class, my race, my sex, and my age.
Just as Toni Morrison
does. I hope I portrayed
myself accurately. Just as a nancy
boy
does. Tom Williams, say. I'm glad I got out of Key West before
the fairies took it over.
If you think straight white Protestant males have a mafia, it's
nothing compared to Jews, queers, and women.
Masons and Catholics.
It's okay for them to be a clique because they are oppressed. But
they out-Herod Herod.
It goes back to Shakespeare, the Greeks, and the Bible.
As Faulkner is
so fond of saying. Freud
didn't read Freud. He read
Sophocles. And
The Golden Bough. Which
he misinterpreted, because he wasn't there,
in the field, observing firsthand.
I am not any more class-bound than anybody else, because I'm conscious
of it, make allowances for it, am ashamed of it, and try to dredge it
up and root it out. Not wrap
it around me, like the flag, while
pointing my finger at someone else in a smokescreen of cuttlefish ink.
Q:
Toni Morrison is a wonderful writer.
Millions of women, and people
of color--well, women of color--look up to her, and enjoy reading
her books. Well, anyway, buy
her books.
A:
People read the funny papers, too. But
that doesn't make them literature.
People vote Fascist, or vote Communist, and think they belong to
something bigger than themselves.
Q:
"A man alone ain't got no fucking chance."
A:
She makes my shit detector twitch.
Eva Peron had a following.
Q:
Been to the movies lately?
A:
What's that mean?
Q:
Madonna's a writer. Dennis
Rodman is a writer. Spike Lee is a
writer.
Some people would say you started that.
The cult of celebrity.
The writer as movie star. Which
turned into the movie star as writer.
A:
There were celebrities before me. That's
why I became a writer. To
get strange pussy. Fuck
beautiful women. Come out of a
nightclub
with Marlene Dietrich on my arm and hail a cab, the flash bulbs popping.
But the writing takes over.
It isn't about that.
After awhile.
Q:
Telling
the boss to go piss up a rope.
A:
You don't tell Maxwell Perkins to go piss up a rope.
Charles Scribner,
or Gingrich, at Esquire.
Writers don't make or break Life magazine.
Life magazine makes or
breaks writers.
You play by their rules or you don't play.
Q:
Would you say you wrote about that?
A:
Obliquely.
You can't attack from the front.
You have to outflank them.
No, I never solved how to do that.
A Moveable Feast was a start.
Parts of To Have and Have Not.
No, I never solved it.
I like to think I would have, if I hadn't gotten sick.
Old. Tired and afraid. Fatigue makes cowards of us all, Vince
Lombardi said.
Q:
What writers would you say wrote about it?
A:
Nelson Algren.
In his Conversations With Nelson Algren.
Who Lost an American.
Notes On a Sea Diary.
Q
Subtitled Hemingway All the Way.
A:
That's the one.
Ezra Pound.
Of course, they locked Old Ez up. Called
him a traitor.
Henry Miller.
I admire Henry Miller tremendously.
All writers are in debt to him.
He freed the language up.
Q:
So did you. By using unprintable.
Making it obvious that there
were words you, Hemingway, could not use.
That made it impossible
for them to censor the words any longer.
A:
Thank you.
But not like using the words and being banned in your own country
for three decades did.
He's the hero of that battle, not me.
And you are carrying on. Sending
a screenplay to the Lorian
Hemingway Short Story Competition and calling yourself Unprintable.
To show that blind judging is wrong.
Fiction is wrong. It opts us
out
of the real game, which you have had the guts to stay in.
My hat's off to you, sir.
Q:
Thank you.
A:
No problem. You want a
blurb?
Q:
I already made one from you up.
A:
Oh. Well, why not? Whitman was state agent at that.
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