Papa Hemingway in Cuba Page #2
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- Year:
- 2015
- 110 min
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Must be awful to be that famous.
What's his wife like?
Oh, I haven't met her yet,
I'm supposed to meet her this weekend.
Oh, this weekend? I got the weekend off.
I was hoping maybe we could go to the Keys.
Well, they've invited me to the Finca.
It's their house.
Oh, wow! That's great.
- Yeah.
- We'll go another time.
God.
Gracias.
Papa working.
Miss Mary swimming.
Oh!
Oh, hello.
You must be the kid.
Uh, yeah. I guess I am.
Edmund, isn't it?
Eddie.
Hello. I'm Mary Hemingway.
Yeah, I know.
Hi.
Ah, Papa showed me your stories.
You write very well.
We're both impressed.
Thank you.
I didn't embarrass you, did I?
No, no, no. No, no.
How God made me.
Why, thank you, kind sir.
We do have a generally
good alliance, don't we?
Based upon your great beauty
and the wondrous blondness of your hair.
Deeply rooted in his system of values,
Papa has a secret mysticism
about blonde hair.
You'd be ecstatic in a world of
female dandelions, wouldn't you, love?
Sure.
Come and have a drink.
I confess it is artificial.
It used to be a color people call titian.
But I liked to call it a nice, peanut brown.
Oh, Papa. I do believe
we've embarrassed the kid.
He'll get used to it.
I was just an ignorant bum who read a lot
at libraries to stay out of the rain.
You know, mostly
day labor jobs and flophouses.
And then, after years of hustling,
I finally managed
to weasel my way into
a job on the sports desk
of a local paper in northern California,
which was a dream,
it's just, the only problem was,
I didn't know how to write.
I mean, I could read okay, but to actually
type out sentences and spelling
and punctuation...
I didn't know anything.
In the newspaper business,
this could be a problem.
Yeah, the city editor
found it particularly amusing
when I spelled the word "maybe," M-A-B-E.
Ooh.
He called me a liar and then he fired me.
So, what did you do?
Well, I knew that I wanted to be a writer.
was go and beg for my job back.
So, after about three days of begging,
he finally said, "Okay, fine.
You have two weeks, no pay.
"Maybe you can learn to be a writer."
Hmm.
So I worked at the paper during the day
and then at night I stayed,
typing over your short stories.
I copied them word for word.
It taught me how to type,
it taught me the English language,
it taught me spelling and grammar
and how to write dialogue.
It taught me how to see.
Smart.
It changed my life.
And did you get your job back?
Yeah.
A year later, I was on my way to Korea
as a war correspondent.
Didn't I tell you what kind of kid he'd be?
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