I Can’t Hate Hemingway. Or My Grandmother.

My Big Sister thinks I should be ashamed to admit this, but I love Ernest Hemingway. Sissy reminded me just the other day that Papa H was a Misogynist Racist Anti-Semite Hyper-Machismo D-bag (with an actual capital ‘D’).  All true, sadly enough. I love him anyway. The easy way around Hemingway’s patent failure as a […]