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3.93 AVERAGE
3.93 AVERAGE
Comment n'ai-je pas lu Hemingway plus tôt ?! Je n'en sais rien... Du coup, quelle bonne idée d'entrer dans son œuvre par ses souvenirs de sa vie à Paris (et ailleurs) dans les années 1920 !
Je découvre l'homme dont quelques amis, irréductibles fans de l'auteur, m'ont tant parlé ces 5 dernières années, par moi-même et au début de sa carrière, alors qu'il est, selon ses propres mots, jeune, pauvre et heureux.
Un merveilleux voyage ponctué de réflexion sur l'écriture et des anecdotes sur les artistes de l'époque qu'il croise, côtoie ou se voit mentionner. Découverte de certaines figures essentielles de la littérature et des arts, redécouverte sous un jour un peu moins favorable pour certains. Et toujours l'écriture, le métier d'écrivain, l'attitude d'Hemingway face à ses propres écrits, ceux des autres et la manière à la fois abrupte et pudique avec laquelle il fait face à certains aspects de la vie.
Une excellente découverte avant de m'engager dans ma lecture "obligatoire" mais néanmoins volontaire, pour un séminaire sur le Modernisme Américain, de "The Sun Also Rises", mentionné à la fin de "A Moveable Feast".
Le début d'une nouvelle histoire d'amour?
Je découvre l'homme dont quelques amis, irréductibles fans de l'auteur, m'ont tant parlé ces 5 dernières années, par moi-même et au début de sa carrière, alors qu'il est, selon ses propres mots, jeune, pauvre et heureux.
Un merveilleux voyage ponctué de réflexion sur l'écriture et des anecdotes sur les artistes de l'époque qu'il croise, côtoie ou se voit mentionner. Découverte de certaines figures essentielles de la littérature et des arts, redécouverte sous un jour un peu moins favorable pour certains. Et toujours l'écriture, le métier d'écrivain, l'attitude d'Hemingway face à ses propres écrits, ceux des autres et la manière à la fois abrupte et pudique avec laquelle il fait face à certains aspects de la vie.
Une excellente découverte avant de m'engager dans ma lecture "obligatoire" mais néanmoins volontaire, pour un séminaire sur le Modernisme Américain, de "The Sun Also Rises", mentionné à la fin de "A Moveable Feast".
Le début d'une nouvelle histoire d'amour?
Bought this book on a whim after reading Great Gatsby. Apparently this is one of Hemingway's most popular books (according to the book store owner, I won't pretend I fact checked), and I had previously read and enjoyed The Old Man and the Sea. I may read more of his fiction, but this memoir was a struggle to finish. Maybe if I were a more literary person and knew more about the other authors mentioned I would have picked up on missed references and enjoyed it more, but coming into it blind he just bounces from cafe to cafe drinking too much, without ever actually doing much other than name dropping all the other authors he knew.
The only pieces I did enjoy were when he gave insights to the other author's personal lives, all too briefly mentioning when Gertrude Stein and her partner Alice fought once, or discussing the marital woes of the Fitzgeralds.
The only pieces I did enjoy were when he gave insights to the other author's personal lives, all too briefly mentioning when Gertrude Stein and her partner Alice fought once, or discussing the marital woes of the Fitzgeralds.
adventurous
funny
lighthearted
reflective
medium-paced
Makes you long for an era that maybe never existed.
Hemingway has beautiful beautiful writing and that's what makes this as wonderful as it is.
Hemingway has beautiful beautiful writing and that's what makes this as wonderful as it is.
If Hemingway were a woman, he would no doubt be labeled a gossip and worse. But he is Papa, so instead it is high art when he tears apart his close, trusting (and famous) friends. The prose is nice, but what a jerk.
emotional
lighthearted
reflective
medium-paced
A knowledge of Paris makes this Hemingway classic more enjoyable.
Compared to other Hemingway I've read I wasn't as satisfied with this one. I enjoyed the stories that had more dialogue and chqrqcter to chqrqcter interraction, but some of the descriptions of places and/or stories that were more about a location rather than a dialogue kind of dragged for me. Having been to Paris many times, I had some satisfaction saying "Hey I've been there!" but not enough to really make me care about the location pieces.
adventurous
emotional
funny
informative
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
medium-paced
“You write about him as you remember him and then if he came here I will remember him."
There’s much to say about this book. I’ll eschew eloquence and just focus on how A Moveable Feast made me feel, as a young man navigating the world in his twenties, who over-romanticizes the one (1) time he went to Paris for three days and four nights.
“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
This book’s existence is almost an oxymoron (keyword: “almost”). It was released posthumously, and as the foreword of the book said, Hemingway didn’t have an intro or a conclusion written yet — arguably, those things are what Hemingway is best known for, right? Instead, we have a snapshot of the Paris that Hemingway roamed and mulled about in. It’s a snapshot of a place and of people, and it’s about the endless drama and intrigue that exists in our everyday lives. Stakes are somewhat low and plot isn’t there — it’s just life. But his observations are so astute; simultaneously detached and inquisitive. He observes by saying and remembering, and the act of remembering and acknowledging extends the lifeblood of the people discussed in his book.
It’s about several things, but something I grasped onto quite early was how difficult it is to create.
“All I must do now was stay sound and good in my head until morning when I would start to work again. In those days we never thought that any of that could be difficult.”
There’s so much beauty in this world, but we find ourselves pulled magnetically to our worst impulses, to acts of degeneracy. In Paris, it’s whatever bar is serving you another round; the way Hemingway talks about Scott Fitzgerald in the later passages of the book, he knows his friend is capable of a bigger output and of compromising himself less for the pursuit of money, but Fitzgerald, whether he does it consciously or unconsciously, resigns himself to the Parisian life of excess in.
“I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing; but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
The experiences here clearly shape Hemingway’s other works (probably The Sun Also Rises is the clearest example, as that was loosely-based on his experiences, while A Moveable Feast IS his experiences). I find it romantic and honestly just freakin’ cool to see a writer’s process and get a sense of the world he was in to create these vast worlds we can find ourselves lost in.
“We’re always lucky,” I said and like a fool I didn’t knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.
An essential read for a Hemingway fan, and an enlightening read about Paris and all its beauty without ever having to step foot there (though you should!).
Read more than half of this book going to-and-from Utah for the Sundance Film Festival. Read a couple chapters at my apartment, and finished the last chapter on the PATH train. We love public transportation and its literal transportations and a good book that transports us completely elsewhere.
The librarian told me I should write on the March bulletin board about my thoughts on A Moveable Feast, so I'm thinking I'll write a quick blurb like, "An instant teleportation to Paris. Thoughtful on the creative process and the beauty of enjoying where you are in that moment; if you want to remember something or someone, write it down..."
There’s much to say about this book. I’ll eschew eloquence and just focus on how A Moveable Feast made me feel, as a young man navigating the world in his twenties, who over-romanticizes the one (1) time he went to Paris for three days and four nights.
“We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.”
This book’s existence is almost an oxymoron (keyword: “almost”). It was released posthumously, and as the foreword of the book said, Hemingway didn’t have an intro or a conclusion written yet — arguably, those things are what Hemingway is best known for, right? Instead, we have a snapshot of the Paris that Hemingway roamed and mulled about in. It’s a snapshot of a place and of people, and it’s about the endless drama and intrigue that exists in our everyday lives. Stakes are somewhat low and plot isn’t there — it’s just life. But his observations are so astute; simultaneously detached and inquisitive. He observes by saying and remembering, and the act of remembering and acknowledging extends the lifeblood of the people discussed in his book.
It’s about several things, but something I grasped onto quite early was how difficult it is to create.
“All I must do now was stay sound and good in my head until morning when I would start to work again. In those days we never thought that any of that could be difficult.”
There’s so much beauty in this world, but we find ourselves pulled magnetically to our worst impulses, to acts of degeneracy. In Paris, it’s whatever bar is serving you another round; the way Hemingway talks about Scott Fitzgerald in the later passages of the book, he knows his friend is capable of a bigger output and of compromising himself less for the pursuit of money, but Fitzgerald, whether he does it consciously or unconsciously, resigns himself to the Parisian life of excess in.
“I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing; but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it.”
The experiences here clearly shape Hemingway’s other works (probably The Sun Also Rises is the clearest example, as that was loosely-based on his experiences, while A Moveable Feast IS his experiences). I find it romantic and honestly just freakin’ cool to see a writer’s process and get a sense of the world he was in to create these vast worlds we can find ourselves lost in.
“We’re always lucky,” I said and like a fool I didn’t knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.
An essential read for a Hemingway fan, and an enlightening read about Paris and all its beauty without ever having to step foot there (though you should!).
Read more than half of this book going to-and-from Utah for the Sundance Film Festival. Read a couple chapters at my apartment, and finished the last chapter on the PATH train. We love public transportation and its literal transportations and a good book that transports us completely elsewhere.
The librarian told me I should write on the March bulletin board about my thoughts on A Moveable Feast, so I'm thinking I'll write a quick blurb like, "An instant teleportation to Paris. Thoughtful on the creative process and the beauty of enjoying where you are in that moment; if you want to remember something or someone, write it down..."