There’s a scene in Friends when he Chandler tells Monica he wants to call their baby Hemingway as he’s his favourite author – when pushed of course he can’t name a single Hemingway title. It’s a clever joke because Hemingway has become a byword for a certain kind of cool, the hard-drinking, hard-fishing, Cuba-dwelling template to which many would-be writers aspire. Of course it wasn’t always like this though and aged just 20 he joined The Toronto Star as a reporter, going to become the paper’s European correspondent even though his editors deemed him “too big for his britches.”
Luckily for us the paper is now digitising his pieces from his time in Toronto and it’s a staggeringly interesting insight into the early life, literary and otherwise, of one of the most revered writers around. The Star has also published an exclusive newsprint collection of around 70 of his articles returning his earliest works to the form in which they were intended to be written.
Definitely worth a poke around if this kind of thing floats your (fishing) boat.