At my signing event last evening at RJ Julia in Madison, I spoke of my infatuation with Ernest Hemingway, reading these lines convinces me it was more than infatuation, he could say more with less than writer of his era.
“Oh Jake,” Brett said, “We could have had such a damned good time together.”Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?”