Buck Lanham and Ernest Hemingway were great friends. Buck used to come to my mother’s cocktail parties, in Paris, when we were stationed there in the 50s. At one he regaled everyone with the gist of a telephone call from Hemingway, who had rung him in Washington DC, from Cuba, at 3am in the morning:-
"Buck, how are you?
"Hemingway, do you realise that it’s 3am in the morning!"
"Yeah, I got it."
"You got what?"
"You know, the Swedish thing!"
"Are you telling me, Hemingway, that you've got the Nobel Prize for literature?!"
"Yeah, that’s it!"
"Damned wonderful!"
The dialogue may be slightly different, but it’s close. The exact wording can be found in Professor Carlos Baker’s major book on Hemingway’s life. I was given an acknowledgement in this…