True At First Light: A Fictional MemoirScribner, 1999 - 320 sidor Both a revealing self-portrait and dramatic fictional chronicle of his final African safari, Ernest Hemingway's last unpublished work was written when he returned from Kenya in 1953. Edited by his son Patrick, who accompanied his father on the safari, True at First Light offers rare insights into the legendary American writer. A blend of autobiography and fiction, the book opens on the day his close friend Pop, a celebrated hunter, leaves Ernest in charge of the safari camp and news arrives of a potential attack from a hostile tribe. Drama continues to build as his wife, Mary, pursues the great black-maned lion that has become her obsession, and Ernest becomes involved with a young African girl whom he supposedly plans to take as a second bride. Increasingly enchanted by the local African community, he struggles between the attraction of these two women and the wildly different cultures they represent. Spicing his depictions of human longings with sharp humor, Hemingway captures the excitement of big-game hunting and the unparalleled beauty of the landscape. Rich in laughter, beauty, and profound insight. True at First Light is an extraordinary publishing event—a breathtaking final work from one of our most beloved and important writers. |
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... felt deeply grateful to him . The time of shooting beasts for trophies was long past with me . I still loved to shoot and to kill cleanly . But I was shooting for the meat we needed to eat and to back up Miss Mary and against beasts ...
... felt deeply grateful to him . The time of shooting beasts for trophies was long past with me . I still loved to shoot and to kill cleanly . But I was shooting for the meat we needed to eat and to back up Miss Mary and against beasts ...
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... felt good under my feet and then I felt the smoothness of the motor tire track that led to the airstrip we had made and the other track we called the Great North Road . This was the first night I had gone out alone with the spear and I ...
... felt good under my feet and then I felt the smoothness of the motor tire track that led to the airstrip we had made and the other track we called the Great North Road . This was the first night I had gone out alone with the spear and I ...
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... felt the red spilling up my chest and then I accepted it and did not think at all and felt only what I felt and Mary felt lovely in bed . We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more , quiet and dark ...
... felt the red spilling up my chest and then I accepted it and did not think at all and felt only what I felt and Mary felt lovely in bed . We made love and then made love again and then after we had made love once more , quiet and dark ...
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