To Have and Have Not is the dramatic, brutal story of Harry Morgan, an honest boat owner who is forced into running contraband between Cuba and Key West as a means of keeping his crumbling family financially afloat. His adventures lead him into the world of the wealthy and dissipated yachtsmen who swarm the region, and involve him in a strange and unlikely love affair.
In this harshly realistic, yet oddly tender and wise novel, Hemingway perceptively delineates the personal struggles of both the "haves" and the "have nots" and creates one of the most subtle and moving portraits of a love affair in his oeuvre. In turn funny and tragic, lively and poetic, remarkable in its emotional impact, To Have and Have Not takes literary high adventure to a new level. As the Times Literary Supplement observed, "Hemingway's gift for dialogue, for effective understatement, and for communicating such emotions the tough allow themselves, has never been more conspicuous."
It's not often that this column gets to cite something by a truly classic author, but here it is: Hemingway's last work, written after he returned from his 1953 safari and edited by his son, Patrick, in time for this July's centennial celebration. Hemingway even stars in this "fictional memoir," running the safari camp in the absence of friend and lead hunter Pop even as hostile tribes gather to attack. But he still has time to sneak in an affair with an African girl. Along with this work, Scribner will publish three new hardcover editions of Hemingway classics: The Snows of Kilimanjaro and Other Stories (ISBN 0-684-86221-2. $25), Death in the Afternoon (ISBN 0-684-85922-X. $35), and To Have and Have Not (ISBN 0-684-85923-8. $25). -- PUBLISHERS WEEKLY.
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March 20, 1996
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Excerpt from To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway
You know how it is there early in the morning in Havana with the bums still asleep against the walls of the buildings; before even the ice wagons come by with ice for the bars? Well, we came across the square from the dock to the Pearl of San Francisco Cafe to get coffee and there was only one beggar awake in the square and he was getting a drink out of the fountain. But when we got inside the cafe and sat down, there were the three of them waiting for us.
We sat down and one of them came over.
"Well," he said.
"I can't do it," I told him. "I'd like to do it as a favor. But I told you last night I couldn't."
"You can name your own price."
"It isn't that. I can't do it. That's all."
The two others had come over and they stood there looking sad. They were nice-looking fellows all right and I would have liked to have done them the favor.
"A thousand apiece," said the one who spoke good English.
"Don't make me feel bad," I told him. "I tell you true I can't do it."
"Afterwards, when things are changed, it would mean a good deal to you."
"I know it. I'm all for you. But I can't do it."
"I make my living with the boat. If I lose her I lose my living."
"With the money you buy another boat."
"Not in jail."
They must have thought I just needed to be argued into it because the one kept on.
"You would have three thousand dollars and it could mean a great deal to you later. All this will not last, you know."
"Listen," I said. "I don't care who is president here. But I don't carry anything to the states that can talk."