Yes, that was the man and the myth he himself promoted.
One of the most notorious boxing matches of all time involved a portly, rabid self-mythologizer who had no real boxing ability, and a tubby, minor Canadian writer who, despite appearances, did. Step forward Ernest Hemingway and Morley Callaghan. They boxed at the American Club in Paris in June 1929. Their audience was the time-keeper, the writer, F. Scott Fitzgerald.
It perhaps went something like this...
YouTube - Morley Callaghan vs. Hemingway Boxing Match
There's a strange comedy undertow to Hemingway, the genius who brought a new wonderous energy to the English language, before blowing his brains out, was hopelessly past his prime for the last twenty years of his career, and probably knew it.
I must at least respect that, to put the barrel of a shotgun in your mouth and blast the back of your head across a dark room, if only for a good write-up in the New York Times.
That my friends, is a commitment to one's own legacy that can't be beat.