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hylianchai's review against another edition
5.0
look sometimes i just want to romanticise my 2012 trip to paris and hemingway does it so well
dabu8712's review
3.0
Hemingway levererar som alltid en vackert skriven bok. En dagsbokslik berättelse om Hemingways egna liv i Paris kring 20-talet. Livet verkade oerhört mycket enklare då, lite vin här och lite ostron där, strunt samma om man inte har råd, så länge man är lycklig.
akmatz's review against another edition
relaxing
slow-paced
2.0
Hemingway just isn't for me. His voice is just disinteresting.
eamcmahon3's review
5.0
Surprised by how much I loved this. I sunk into the story. We're all searching for our moveable feasts. When will I find mine?
Small sampling of my favorite quotes:
"There are so many sorts of hunger. In the spring there are more, but that's gone now. Memory is hunger"
"But when we had finished and there was no question of hunger anymore, the feeling that had been like hunger when we were on the bridge was still there when we caught the bus home. It was there when we came in the room and after we had gone to bed and made love in the dark, it was there"
"But Paris was a very old city, and we were young and nothing was simple there. Not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight nor right nor wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight"
"I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be"
"All remembrance of things passed is fiction"
Small sampling of my favorite quotes:
"There are so many sorts of hunger. In the spring there are more, but that's gone now. Memory is hunger"
"But when we had finished and there was no question of hunger anymore, the feeling that had been like hunger when we were on the bridge was still there when we caught the bus home. It was there when we came in the room and after we had gone to bed and made love in the dark, it was there"
"But Paris was a very old city, and we were young and nothing was simple there. Not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight nor right nor wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight"
"I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be"
"All remembrance of things passed is fiction"
anaffpereira's review against another edition
3.0
Although written in the last years of his life, Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast is a collection of the author’s memories during his time in Paris. As World War I came to an end and a 22 year-old Hemingway moved to France, the country’s capital deeply bewildered the – at the time – struggling author. Paris is described in a rather romantic light, where even a poor man (as Hemingway describes himself) can live a very comfortable and exciting live.
As this member of the so-called “Lost Generation” struggles a whole morning to write a paragraph and to publish his works, Hemingway and his dear wife Hadley live from hand to mouth… while managing to travel through Europe, wine and dine regularly and lose their savings in horse races. Nevertheless, Hemingway always viewed himself as a poor man who feared he would never be capable of writing a novel.
This (semi-)autobiographical work is also interesting in a sense that portrays a somewhat different Hemingway than the bullfighting-lover and danger-seeking author that was consigned to posterity. Through his own words Hemingway comes across as a patient and calm man, one thoughtful and deeply devoted to his friends and wife. His relationships, however, as it is known, would often meet an abrupt end, as it is made clear when he ends his friendship with Gertrude Stein and, later on, when he betrays Hadley with the woman that would later become the second of his four wives.
Still, this exuberant and, at the same time, troubled life the author led in Paris was later looked back as a golden time of his youth. Among his friends and acquaintances were some very well-known names, such as Scott Fitzgerald (with whom he maintained a rocky friendship), Ezra Pound and James Royce (who would hide behind Hemingway and yell “Deal with him, Hemingway, deal with him!” when a scuffle seemed about to happen).
Knowing that one year later after revising this collections of memoires the author would commit suicide I sought hard to find a depressed Hemingway in this work. I, however, was not able to find him. As this collection of sketches came to an end all I was able to find was a nostalgic (but apparently satisfied) 60 year-old man missing the idyllic capital of France. Even though Paris and he had changed since the 1920s and he and Hadley had divorced, Paris would forever be, in his mind, immortal and unchangeable, a beautiful city worth revisiting to remember a time “when we were very poor and very happy”.
As this member of the so-called “Lost Generation” struggles a whole morning to write a paragraph and to publish his works, Hemingway and his dear wife Hadley live from hand to mouth… while managing to travel through Europe, wine and dine regularly and lose their savings in horse races. Nevertheless, Hemingway always viewed himself as a poor man who feared he would never be capable of writing a novel.
This (semi-)autobiographical work is also interesting in a sense that portrays a somewhat different Hemingway than the bullfighting-lover and danger-seeking author that was consigned to posterity. Through his own words Hemingway comes across as a patient and calm man, one thoughtful and deeply devoted to his friends and wife. His relationships, however, as it is known, would often meet an abrupt end, as it is made clear when he ends his friendship with Gertrude Stein and, later on, when he betrays Hadley with the woman that would later become the second of his four wives.
Still, this exuberant and, at the same time, troubled life the author led in Paris was later looked back as a golden time of his youth. Among his friends and acquaintances were some very well-known names, such as Scott Fitzgerald (with whom he maintained a rocky friendship), Ezra Pound and James Royce (who would hide behind Hemingway and yell “Deal with him, Hemingway, deal with him!” when a scuffle seemed about to happen).
Knowing that one year later after revising this collections of memoires the author would commit suicide I sought hard to find a depressed Hemingway in this work. I, however, was not able to find him. As this collection of sketches came to an end all I was able to find was a nostalgic (but apparently satisfied) 60 year-old man missing the idyllic capital of France. Even though Paris and he had changed since the 1920s and he and Hadley had divorced, Paris would forever be, in his mind, immortal and unchangeable, a beautiful city worth revisiting to remember a time “when we were very poor and very happy”.
_qwert's review against another edition
challenging
funny
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
fast-paced
4.75