Here Bradford is reading Hemingway’s mind — not the first occasion in which he shows this amazing ability to infer someone’s inner thoughts from their actions, and state the former as fact... He grudgingly finds merit in a few of Hemingway’s claims about his brave behaviour on the battlefield, and praises the quality of some of his writing on the bullfight; but Bradford can always find a bad motive for any apparently good action or paragraph... The editing is sloppy... As a physical object, this book is nasty, printed with too narrow margins on blindingly white paper.
...this bracing and meticulously researched book... The Man Who Wasn’t There is a blistering, rollicking, horribly convincing account of a compelling literary monster. It could have done with more careful editing. There are a good few typographical and grammatical errors and even some misspellings... And occasionally Bradford’s statements are too sweeping... At the end of this fascinating book, which closes with Hemingway’s suicide in 1961, the enigma remains.