Joseph Conrad und Kollegen
Hemingway; Seite 4
Eine Auswahl seiner Werke:

In unserer Zeit (Original: In Our Time), 1924
Fiesta (Original: The Sun Also Rises), 1926
In einem andern Land (Original: A Farewell To Arms), 1929
Tod am Nachmittag (Original: Death in the Afternoon), 1932
Der Sieger geht leer aus (Original: Winner Take Nothing), 1933
Die grünen Hügel Afrikas (Original: The Green Hills of Africa), 1935
Haben und Nichthaben (Original: To Have and Have not), 1937
Wem die Stunde schlägt (Original: For Whom the Bell Tolls), 1940
Die fünfte Kolonne (Original: The Fifth Column), 1940
Über den Fluss und in die Wälder (Original: Across the River and into the Trees), 1950
Der alte Mann und das Meer (Original: The Old Man and The Sea), 1952
Paris - Ein Fest fürs Leben (Original: A Moveable Feast), 1964
Inseln im Strom (Original: Islands in the Stream), 1970
Die Nick Adams Stories, 1972
Gefährlicher Sommer (Original: Dangerous Summer), 1985
Der Garten Eden (Original: The Garden of Eden), 1986
Die Wahrheit im Morgenlicht (Original: True at First Light), 1999




Die Rede von Hemingway zur Verleihung des Nobelpreises wurde vom amerikanischen Botschafter in Schweden gelesen. Als Grund wurde angegeben, Hemingway sei erkrankt. Das mag stimmen. Tatsächlich hatte er aber auch zeitlebens eine große Abneigung gegen zwei Dinge: Schlangen und ‚speaking in public'.

Hier geht es zur Rede Hemingway's (aufgezeichnet auf Kuba)
http://nobelprize.org/nobel_prizes/literature/laureates/1954/hemingway-speech.html
... und hier der Text:

"Members of the Swedish Academy, Ladies and Gentlemen. Having no facility for speech-making and no command of oratory nor any domination of rhetoric, I wish to thank the administrators of the generosity of Alfred Nobel for this prize. No writer who knows the great writers wo did not receive the prize can accept it other than with humility. There is no need to list these writers. Everyone here may make his own list according to his knowledge and his conscience. It would be impossible for me to ask the Ambassador of my country to read a speech in which a writer said all of the things which are in his heart. Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes, and in this sometimes he is fortunate; but eventually they are quite clear and by these and the degree of alchemy that he possesses he will endure or be forgotten. Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day. For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed. How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.I have spoken too long for a writer. A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it. Again I thank you."

Copyright and Courtesy: The Nobel Foundation

Hemingway in Afrika; 1954
An Bord der S.S. Jagiello
Wir blieben fünf Tage lang in Burguete und waren mit unserer Angelei sehr zufrieden. Die Nächte waren kalt und die Tage heiß, und selbst in der größten Mittagsschwüle ging ein leichter Wind. Es war so heiß, daß das Entlangwaten eines kalten Flusses eine Annehmlichkeit war, und die Sonne trocknete einen, wenn man herauskam und sich ans Ufer setzte. Wir fanden einen Fluß mit einer Ausbuchtung, die zum Schwimmen tief genug war. Abends spielten wir Bridge zu dritt mit einem Engländer, der Harris hieß, der von St. Jean Pied de Port herübergekommen und im Gasthof abgestiegen war, um hier zu angeln. Er war sehr nett und er ging zweimal mit uns zum Irati. Von Robert Cohn hörten wir kein Wort, ebensowenig von Brett und Mike.

Ernest Hemingway 'Fiesta'; Copyright Rowohlt Verlag GmbH