When I first wrote ‘Papa Hemingway,’ there were too many people still alive, and the lawyers for Random House didn’t want to OK it. But now all that’s been filtered away by the passage of all these people. And having the fortune of surviving, I now feel that I am the custodian of what Ernest wanted the world to know about him and these women.
We think of stars as celestial beings. And once in a while, they smile at us from the pages of ‘People’ magazine.