I’ve read it suggested that Hemingway’s decline can be traced to the Cuban embargo, which denied him access to a spiritual home. Be that as it may, I’m reminded of a contemporary art exhibit I saw years (1999?) in Lyon, France. There was a ladder you climbed onto a platform (the whole resembled a bunk bed from below) and there was a glass table in the shape of the island of Cuba. A recorded voice, in French, saying something like “Hello, Mr Hemingway, how are you?”