
Taking as its main conceit a famous anecdote about Hemingway's early work and how it came to be lost - stolen on a train trip - this text imagines this event and its main characters in inventive ways that make the narrative itself a comment on creativity, fiction and a writer's...

We work, each one of us, in the deep dark with no notion of what lasts. With this phrase Nicholas Delbanco reveals one of his urgent concerns: Why does a writer write? How much of his work will seem meaningful to others?