I found this in the restored version of Hemingway’s A Movable Feast. He’s talking about his starving artist days, writing fiction in the café’s of Paris.
THE BLUE-BACKED NOTEBOOKS, THE TWO PENCILS AND THE PENCIL SHARPENER (A POCKET KNIFE WAS TOO WASTEFUL), THE MARBLE TOPPED TABLES, THE SMELL OF CAFÉ CRÈMES, THE SMELL OF EARLY MORNING SWEEPING OUT AND MOPPING AND LUCK WERE ALL YOU NEEDED. FOR LUCK YOU CARRIED A HORSE CHESTNUT AND A RABBIT’S FOOT IN YOUR RIGHT POCKET. THE FUR HAD BEEN WORN OFF THE RABBIT’S FOOT LONG AGO AND THE BONES AND THE SINEWS WERE POLISHED BY THE WEAR. THE CLAWS SCRATCHED THE LINING OF YOUR POCKET AND YOU KNEW THE LUCK WAS STILL THERE…A PENCIL-LEAD MIGHT BREAK OFF IN THE CONICAL NOSE OF THE PENCIL SHARPENER AND YOU WOULD USE THE SMALL BLADE OF THE PEN KNIFE TO CLEAR IT OR ELSE SHARPEN THE PENCIL CAREFULLY WITH THE SHARP BLADE…
Now we know. Earnest Hemingway, big game hunter Hemingway, literary giant Hemingway, war correspondent Hemingway, super he-man Hemingway, carried a pen knife.
Papa didn’t specify a peanut, but you never know.
Greetings.
In some places and among some people, 'pen knife' is an umbrella term that even includes medium-sized pocketknives, like standard SAKs, or single-bladed knives (which are technically jack knives). And even among pen knife styles, they're not all tiny little knives. I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that Hemingway carried a pocketknife with a 3" blade...but it's been a long time since I read that.
Jim