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3.93 AVERAGE
3.93 AVERAGE
Meh. Some sections were interesting, others I couldn't care about. The best for me was definitely the Scott Fitzgerald stuff.
reflective
fast-paced
The parts where he recalls the bits about Fitzgerald are my favorite.
Midnight in Paris but more Hemingway. Personal, touchy with your favourite '20s authors being drunk and creative.
emotional
funny
informative
inspiring
reflective
relaxing
medium-paced
Simply put, this is one of the most lovely books I have ever read.
Backing up a little bit...half a lifetime ago, in the days when I attended AP English classes and begrudgingly read what was required, Hemingway was the rare author who I relished reading and had the power to affect my haughty little teenaged heart.
As an adult, reading pretty much anything by Papa will at some point send me into all the feels (and an ugly cry to boot). Even if he was somewhat of an old sonofabitch, there's no helping my heart on this one: "When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her."
I'll just be over here, sobbing my heart out and thinking about this book until I read it in another year or so.
Backing up a little bit...half a lifetime ago, in the days when I attended AP English classes and begrudgingly read what was required, Hemingway was the rare author who I relished reading and had the power to affect my haughty little teenaged heart.
As an adult, reading pretty much anything by Papa will at some point send me into all the feels (and an ugly cry to boot). Even if he was somewhat of an old sonofabitch, there's no helping my heart on this one: "When I saw my wife again standing by the tracks as the train came in by the piled logs at the station, I wished I had died before I had ever loved anyone but her."
I'll just be over here, sobbing my heart out and thinking about this book until I read it in another year or so.
Bon, bon, bon, c'était sympa quoi. Mais à part boire des coups en terrasse et rencontrer le serail, il se passait pas grand chose dans la vie du pauvre Hemingway fauché des années 20.
Other than short stories, I haven't read Hemingway since the 8th grade, when I was hated The Old Man and the Sea. I like his memoir, however, and will probably move on to his other works. Hemingway's style initially struck me as crowded because of the run-on sentences. He eventually won me over with his beautiful passages on food, writing, and skiing - some of which I had seen in other places. I particularly like the way he wrote dialogue: the people (except his wife Hadley) spoke very naturally.
Not what I expected. It flows almost like a serial from the time, with each chapter a loosely connected island unto itself. Some of the chapters are surprisingly raw and intimate near-exposes of famous writers and artists. There is a scene where F. Scott Fitzgerald has Hemingway check out his penis to see if Zelda is correct in her criticism of his manhood. In other sections, the prose meanders around Paris and cities around Paris with a sense of distance, of time and emotion. It feels a bit taped together at the very end, like he got tired of writing it or was rebelling against the idea that a moment in time should have closure. I guess it is a rather perfect example of a journal-type memoir. I liked and understood Hemingway more as a result. It's also worthwhile to read his reflections and comparisons on different kinds of art and the processes behind them.