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4.0 out of 5 stars
The Acclaimed Biographical Series Draws To A Worthy Close, 21 Jul 1999
By A Customer
It's difficult now to explain to a high school Junior reading THE OLD MAN AND THE SEA why Hemingway is still important. This is because we have so thoroughly digested him. He seems raw in his pure form.But perhaps the strangest Hemingway fact is that there are more books ABOUT him than there are BY him. As a stylist, we have learned his lessons. As a flawed icon, he has much to teach us. This is why, perhaps, biographies of America's most famous writer still tend to sell well. Well enough even to merit Michael Reynold's five volume study, which is brought to completion with HEMINGWAY: THE FINAL YEARS. With this volume, Reynolds has finally replaced Carlos Baker as the definitive Hemingway biographer. And why not? The series has featured authentic scholarship plus a tone of fairness, and an occasional surprise. It has also been very well written. My personal favorite is HEMINGWAY: THE 1930s--perhaps not Hemingway's most productive time, but Reynold's masterpiece. THE FINAL YEARS almost measures up. Dealing with the last two decades of Hemingway's life (which, in spite of the Pulitzer and the Nobel Prizes, can only be described as disastrous), Reynolds effectively traces a brilliant talent shot to hell by depression, drugs, and alcoholism. Along the way, he deftly sketches in the "supporting cast": Martha, the independent third wife; Mary, her long-suffering successor; the sons Jack, Patrick, and Gregory; and the important flirtations Adriana and Valerie. Hemingway's final descent into suicidal depression has never been more grippingly told. The book's one flaw is its abrupt ending. Following the suicide, Reynolds tidies up with a one page epilogue, a rapid "over-and-out" summary that leaves his reader cold. In a biography of five volumes, you might expect a discussion of the aftermath, the funeral, the posthumous works, and the tragedy of yet another suicide (Jack's daughter Margaux). Instead, one must refer to Jeffrey Meyers' reissued HEMINGWAY (1985) for these sort of details. But this is a small problem in an otherwise superior foray into Hemingway biography, a field Reynolds can now feel he leads.
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