They’re Watching Me
In his autumn years, nearing the end of his life, Hemingway became increasingly paranoid, convinced that the FBI was bugging him, following him, and constantly spying on him. Guess what happens when you spy for the Russians and befriend Fidel Castro!
Ernest believed men were tailing him in cars, felt watched in the bar, and suspected two bank employees working late one night of being government agents auditing his account. It turns out he was right: The Feds had been watching him after all, and the agent following Papa reported to then-FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover; he said that Hemingway “was physically and mentally ill.”
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