Lost in the holiday weekend: the 50th anniversary of Ernest Hemingway’s June 2, 1961 suicide by shotgun in Ketchum, Idaho. Writer Marty Beckerman observes the anniversary with a small remembrance at The Daily Beast in which he proclaims today’s men as wholly un-Hemingway worthy:
Men no longer know how to do anything; we can use Google and Facebook and Twitter and iPhones, but if you dropped us in the middle of the woods we would be dead within an hour.
Add: Among Beckerman’s claims to fame: Hunter S. Thompson once called him a “morbid little bastard.”
