emceeee 's review for:

3.0

hemingway passed away while he was in the middle of writing this memoir, so it's been published in a half-finished state. i think this is actually very cool in many ways—i especially loved the inclusion of the "fragments" and the insight they lent into hemingway's writing/editing process—but it means that much of this felt more like a series of vignettes rather than a cohesive reflection on his time in paris.

and "series of vignettes" is really my kind way of saying that.... this read very much like a teenage girl's diary. hemingway is always gossiping and insulting his friends!! which, okay, diva. and some of that is absolutely hilarious (i will never ever forget
Spoilerf. scott fitzgerald being insecure about his dick size and hemingway telling him to compare his length with statues in the louvre....
), but i think it's ultimately not that rewarding unless you're really invested in the personal lives of the lost generation. i was hoping for more atmospheric writing about paris and less whining about gertrude stein. but hey, at least now i know that ezra pound started a gofundme so t.s. eliot could quit his day job, and to that i say, when will my friends do the same for me?