Hubby and me, proving we were there.
Stairs up to Hemingway’s writing hideaway.
I’m a sucker for this sun-licked wrap-around porch.
A tribute to Hemingway’s love for big game hunting.
A snapshot of Hemingway’s writing room above the carriage house (and the iron grate that protects the room from wayward tourists).
Love these posters for the movie adaptations of Hemingway’s novels.
Note the base of this fountain: a urinal Hemingway acquired from a local Key West bar.
Cat standing guard over Hemingway’s writing room.
Hemingway at the helm.
Hemingway’s house is famous for its polydactyl cats. Not all of the approximately 50 cats now resident there have manifested this gene, but all are carriers.
A few pieces of Hemingway’s private library. Most of his books reside in Cuba.
Another shot of Hemingway’s writing getaway. Note to nods to his passions: writing, books, fishing, and big game hunting.
A portable typewriter, like those Hemingway might have taken on his adventures.
A tribute to one of Hemingway’s favorite pursuits, discovered in Key West: sport fishing.
A snapshot of Hemingway’s house, way back when.
This pool, upon completion in 1938, cost $20,000 in the currency of the day. (Or, approximately $350,000 today.) It was the only in-ground pool within 100 miles when built, and was dug out of the solid coral that comprises the island.
As always, a nod to Hemingway house’s horde of feline residents.
A treatise on the Iceberg Theory.
A wall o’ the four wives. A somewhat unsettling group of portraits, perhaps.
A movie featuring Hemingway and wife no. 3, American novelist, travel writing, and journalist Martha Gellhorn.
Hemingway’s bed, custom-made to accommodate his large size. The headboard is an antique Spanish gate.
“The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” one of the stories inspired by Hemingway’s hunting expeditions.
Hemingway’s home was one of the first in the Florida Keys to have running water.
Entrance to Hemingway’s house.
In my last post, I mentioned that I was recently in Key West, soaking up the sea and much longed-for time with family. I got to swim in turquoise waters, stuff myself silly with seafood, and wander streets lined with tropical trees and homes that, to my untrained eye, blended the beach architecture of my childhood with southern-Victorian and Spanish styles.
But of course, no writer’s visit to Key West would be complete without a stop at one house in particular: The Hemingway Home and Museum.
I’m always a bit embarrassed to admit this–after all, I have a Masters in English and American literature–but I haven’t actually read all that much Hemingway. I did read his “Hills like White Elephants,” a short story that exemplifies Hemingway’s Iceberg Theory (the concept of writing around a particular subject–here abortion–without ever explicitly naming it). But my research emphasis in my degree was Romantic, Victorian, and Post-Colonial British literature, and Early American and 19th-century literature. Chronologically-speaking, Hemingway came a little too late for me.
But a few years ago, I picked up Paula McLain’s historical, Hemingway-themed novel, The Paris Wife. Obviously, this book is A) fiction (and therefore, a not-necessarily-rigidly-factual interpretation of history) and B) more focused on Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley Richardson, than Hemingway himself.
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