By Craig Wilson
Ernest Hemingway has been called many things. Dull isn’t one of them.
The Nobel- and Pulitzer Prize-winning author died 50 years ago this weekend, killing himself at 61 (on July 2, 1961) with a gunshot, a violent end to what can only be described as a turbulent, hard-driving and over-the-top life. Four wives, seven novels, six short-story collections and enough booze to float his beloved boat, Pilar. Throw in a few bullfights for good measure.
Not that he’s really dead.
This summer he’s “co-starring” in a hit movie, Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris; plays a major role in a best-selling novel, The Paris Wife by Paula McLain; and is the subject a number of other new books, including Hemingway’s Boat, which follows the writer’s life on his 38-foot motor yacht, out in September. There’s even a laugh-out-loud parody, just published, called The Heming Way.