I must admit that Snows of Kilimanjaro is one of those short stories that I picked up about 10 ten times over the years but never finished. Then someone gave me the CD of Charlton Heston reading it. Now I am reading and re-reading. Heston’s performance is brilliant. No one can talk about writing, the war (to end all wars), painful death, painful life, riches, women and just plain drunkenness the way Heston can when he’s quoting Hemingway. One of my favorite lines: ”He had destroyed his talent by not using it, by betrayals of himself and what he believed in, by drinking so much that he blunted the edge of his perceptions, by laziness, by sloth, and by snobbery, by pride and by prejudice, by hook and by crook.” How true for how many of us, only God knows.
