It's 1933. The war in Spain is tearing the world apart. Over in America, you can't get a drink due to Prohibition. But down in Key West, you can get away from it all, and if you know the right crowd, you can drink and fish. In Book Two of The Hemingway Trilogy, the stakes are high for Hemingway. He needs to wrap up his novel on the rum runnings of island society, but it's not in him. Going fishing for big marlin is, and just as soon as the saloon doors of Sloppy Joe's blow open, a woman to blame enters. Her name, you may know, is Martha Gellhorn. Before her, there was Jane Kendall Mason and Mrs. Bradley. There's a beach full of trouble, so he might as well have another. After all; there's No Special Hurry.
It's 1933. The war in Spain is tearing the world apart. Over in America, you can't get a drink due to Prohibition. But down in Key West, you can get away from it all, and if you know the right crowd, you can drink and fish. In Book Two of The Hemingway Trilogy, the stakes are high for Hemingway. He needs to wrap up his novel on the rum runnings of island society, but it's not in him. Going fishing for big marlin is, and just as soon as the saloon doors of Sloppy Joe's blow open, a woman to blame enters. Her name, you may know, is Martha Gellhorn. Before her, there was Jane Kendall Mason and Mrs. Bradley. There's a beach full of trouble, so he might as well have another. After all; there's No Special Hurry.
