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Authorship and Alienation in Depth in the Afternoon and Advertisements for Myself”
In 1930, still smarting from compromises required of him by the publishing industry, Ernest Hemingway received a letter from an editor and puller the "emergency stop" cord on the speeding train of his career. Crumpling the letter in his fist, he stepped out of the car and onto the platform of non-fiction; he stood there, in this empty page of a place, his eyes focused in the distance as though there he saw the Spanih bullfights he had long wanted to capture in word