Sublime

I told Ernest how moved I was reading his loving tribute to Hadley in the final chapter he had given me. I said, “No man has ever loved a woman more or written about that love so tenderly. I only wish that one day I would meet a woman I would love like that.” “Hadley and I were lucky. The stars were perfectly aligned for us. Hadley believed in me a

There was something in Hemingway that preyed on the weaknesses of others, and for the rest of his career his letters to Max revealed a growing competition with Fitzgerald. Invariably he contrasted his own assiduousness and frugality with Fitzgerald’s profligacy.

Then, Max wrote, S. S. Van Dine called “to give notice” that he would bring in his newest manuscript—

What I felt was the sorrow of loss. I had contrived this moment, but I felt like the victim.

The Trouble I’ve Seen,

Ernest’s zest for life was infectious.

quality endemic to all geniuses—he was like a great child.

“Snows of Kilimanjaro”

Maurice Sendak