The recent Ernest Hemingway documentary film by Ken Burns and Lynn Novick may well cement the downslide of Hemingway's reputation. While he can be acknowledged as a great writer, he came across as a vile, ugly, vain person, a failure as a human being anyone would want to emulate. When I finished watching the three-part airing on public television, I felt revulsion and began to regret all the time I had spent over the years reading books by and about Hemingway (which occupy an entire shelf in one of my bookcases). I know: In theory, one shouldn't judge a writer on anything but his or her work. But this is real life and it's not that simple. What do you think?