Courtney McClure – Carr
English III H
February 18, 2012
Ernest Hemingway is the man that did it all; known as an American author, adventurist, and reporter, he is also known to have had quite the relationship with a fellow writer F. Scott Fitzgerald. Hemingway was exceptionally intelligent and yet he was cursed by his poor eye sight, preventing his hopes for becoming a war hero – his father’s male dominant teachings. Feeling obligated to follow his father’s methods, yet unable too, he moved to his mother’s love of culture and began writing.
In the midst of his first novel he married a woman named Elizabeth but his travels lead to affairs, which lead to more wives, ...view middle of the document...
Obviously uncomfortable, but impressed by such conversation, Hemingway answered and gave Fitzgerald advice on ‘love’ and wrote a chapter about it in his writing The Moveable Feast. He opens the chapter with the following passage "His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly's wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and their construction and he learned to think and could not fly anymore because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless."Assumed to have taken note of the advice, and Hemingway himself Fitzgerald returned the favor by basically launching Ernest’s career, with the help of his own agent.
Now known as the man who helped reinvent the twenties, he remained close friend with Scott Fitzgerald, and found who he thought to be a rather fit wife. His success as an author was what most only dreamt of, while ironically Fitzgerald’s success had hit a brick wall.
This being what many believe began to tear the duo apart, that, and of course the drinking. The two soon became enemies. Even after Scott died in 1940 Hemingway still remained publicly bitter. However his success only kept on, and he wrote two more known novels, along with winning the Pulitzer Prize in 1953, and The Nobel Prize in literature.
On July 2nd, 1961 he took his own life. A quote many relate to this tragedy is one of his own that really conveys his temperament. “ It’s better a day as a lion, than a life time a lamb.”