Dear Hemmingway
Dear Hemmingway,
How does it feel? You know, to be dead? Well life goes on in the world without you. You have become somewhat of a hero, an idol, everyone everywhere knows who you are. The call you an American Writer, one of the best writers ever to live, they simply adore you. I on the other hand I know the truth; you are not the greatest writer or the American writer. You are nothing but an armature writer passing himself off as a professional. I think that even you knew that and that is one of the reasons as to why you killed yourself. To give you some credit though you did know how to use words and capture emotion without expressing it but I think that your simpler way of writing was a cover for the fact that you can’t write a more complicated story. You have obviously influenced many people in the world sadly I am not one of them. I think that you do give some kind of hope from your books even if it was unintentional. On to other topics, suicide, well that was dumb. I don’t think you realized how stupid that was, you could have been an excellent writer I think but you killed yourself before you could. When does killing yourself ever solve anything? Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. If you really did have all this brain power and were such a great writer you would have been able to see what happens to others when someone kills themselves. The same old thing happens again and again. You hurt others more then you hurt yourselves. So I think that you are selfish also but hey I bet you don’t really care what I think about you, you have hundreds of others waiting to kiss your robes so to say.
Wendell Van Cleave
P.S. you won’t be hearing from me again