Tropic Of Cuba

Tropic of Cuba1939. At a table in Havana's Floridita bar, I sat with Hemingway. His companion was a mannishly dressed blonde with a magazine figure and a neoclassic but hard face. She would have looked just right astride a jumper.Hemingway resembled an altered, jowly tomcat with mouse clenched between teeth. From the massive, swarthy guy came a small, high-pitched peacock's voice. We exchanged amenities while instinctively not taking to each other.A little beggar girl, leading her blind grandfat...