On Dec. 18, 1924, the 25-year-old writer Ernest Hemingway shipped a quick note to the literary editor Robert McAlmon, a friend and fellow Midwesterner living and working in the creative ferment that was Paris in the 20s.
By STEVE PAUL
The Kansas City Star
Am rushing you the Krebs, Hemingway wrote. Hope its all right. Gertrude thinks its [sic] a good story anyway. Anyhow this story is as good as Ive got
The Krebs referred to one of Hemingways great early works of fiction, the short story titled Soldiers Home. Harold Krebs, the central character, is back in the Midwest, home from the recent war, a gloomy young man unsure what to do next. He sits at his parents breakfast table, reading The Kansas City Star and not really listening to his nagging mother. Its poignant and moving in its portrait of a soldier emotionally incapacitated by his experience.
By that point in his budding career, Hemingway had begun to garner serious attention for short stories he had published and he was determined to keep it up. Soldiers Home would appear in McAlmons Contact Collection of Contemporary Writers in mid-1925 and in Hemingways first U.S. story collection, the ground-breaking In Our Time, later the same year.
Just a few days before that note to McAlmon, Hemingway had sent off a short story to Frank Crowninshield, editor of Vanity Fair. Titled My Life in the Bull Ring With Donald Ogden Stewart, the story indeed reflected Hemingways fascination with the bullfight culture hed witnessed in Spain two summers in a row. It showed other sides of Hemingway: The observer of vivid detail and the comic and wry social commentator.
I hope you like the story, Hemingway wrote.
Alas, Crowninshield did not publish the brief sketch, though in a return note to Hemingway he called it clever and amusing, according to the editors of the new The Letters of Ernest Hemingway, 1923-1925.
As it turned out, no one ever published Hemingways bull ring story. Until now, that is. It appears about halfway through the new volume. This is the second book in a series that currently projects to include 16, an extraordinary effort to corral more than 6,000 known pieces of Hemingways correspondence. Disclosure: I had a small role contributing to the annotations to Hemingways Kansas City-related letters published in Volume 1 of the series and have long been acquainted with the project editors through my membership in the Ernest Hemingway Society.
For all the biographies and critical studies that have been published about Hemingway in the last 60 years or so, none has really gotten as close to the man as this accumulation of letters is now allowing. Its as if we are watching a picture emerge on blank paper as the developer does its darkroom magic, to employ an old-school film reference.
Unlike a formal biography, J. Gerald Kennedy writes in the introduction, which reconstructs the subjects lifetime as a coherent narrative already defined by the arc of a career, this virtual narrative produces a rather different perspective, as shifting, incomplete, and episodic as lived experience, which it mirrors more closely than a biographical account.
This volume includes a mere fraction of the total cache 242 letters, about 60 percent of which have never been published but it spans three of Hemingways most significant early years.
Except for a few dreary months in Toronto when his wife, Hadley, gives birth to their son and Hemingway grows increasingly disgusted with his newspaper job at the Toronto Star, this is the intense Paris period when he falls under the influence of Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein but carves out his own path to the brink of stardom. He is learning how to navigate the publishing world as well as the bull rings of Spain and the snow-clad mountains of Switzerland and Austria.
Hemingways voice in letters is often far different than his voice in fiction he is by turns relaxed, playful, impulsive, solicitous, boastful and indignant. Hes sloppy sometimes, and his typewriter is not always working, and with the closest of friends he engages in boisterous bursts of invented and wackily bent language, at least partly influenced by the poet Pound (a job is a jawb, a letter a screed, and youll have to imagine what yencing means, because its equivalent cant be printed here).
Especially in letters to male friends, Kennedy writes, we meet a coarse, unbuttoned Hemingway who flaunts his prejudices, hostilities, and resentments with sardonic vulgarity.
This should not be a surprise to anyone familiar with the ever-coarse, ever-unbuttoned and ever-complex character that the young man from Oak Park, Ill., molded himself into. But its also instructive and uncomfortable to listen in as Hemingway shovels racial, anti-Semitic and anti-homosexual epithets, especially as hes buttering up his pal Pound.
Some of these letters prefigure the social dramas and personal cruelties Hemingway will inflict years later in his Paris memoir, A Moveable Feast. Others find him belittling one fellow writer or another. (The Willa Cather Book starts getting really good about page 425, he quips to Stein. And to Pound he shares a swipe at Sherwood Anderson, one of the reigning American writers of the day who befriended Hemingway in Chicago and had given him letters of introduction to the Paris literati: I have not had a drink for five days. It makes a man understand Anderson.)
Along with Pound and Stein (and her companion Alice B. Toklas), Hemingways correspondents here include Edmund Wilson, who had praised one of the young writers first published stories, and numerous others from the literary world; his parents, with whom he deployed, as Kennedy writes, strategies of concealment and appeasement; and close friends from the wartime American Red Cross ambulance service and his beloved woods-and-stream Michigan landscape, the personal lode that he had begun mining with great fictional success.
By the end of this book, In Our Time has been published in the U.S. to admiring reviews, but Steins refusal to critique it (she told him shed rather wait for his novel) makes Hemingway irate and apparently, the editors note, causes irreparable damage to their friendship.
In late 1925, Hemingway also is polishing the manuscript of his first great novel, The Sun Also Rises, and quickly knocking out his much-overlooked satire and takedown of Anderson and Stein, The Torrents of Spring. Hemingway is quite proud of himself over the latter, suggesting to Pound that it is the funniest book Ive read since Joseph Andrews.
For those with a passion for American literary history and an interest in the machinery of fame, these letters, ably and helpfully annotated by a team of scholars led by Sandra Spanier of Penn State University, provide an abundance of raw material and a few hours worth of scintillating reading.