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sanguine_katzen 's review for:
A Moveable Feast
by Ernest Hemingway
"...we were not invulnerable...Nobody climbs on skis now and almost everybody breaks their legs and maybe it is easier in the end to break your legs than your heart although they say that everything breaks now and that, sometimes, many are stronger at the broken places."
Let me say that I never got into Hemingway. He was never "required reading" at any of the schools that I went to, and I avoided his novels because I worried the hype was over nothing.
Someone was silly enough to leave this book at the bus stop, and I decided to give him a chance and read it. Why the hell not, right?
I became entranced with his way of writing, and I fell in love with 1920's Paris. Reading books like this make me feel like I missed some kind of magical time to be an artist or writer, let alone travel. I'm sure it's hard for some of us in the 21st century to comprehend traveling by boat instead of a plane, or walking everywhere instead of driving or taking the bus [or his opinion that the only way to beat poverty is to not buy anything]. Who knew Fitzgerald was that crazy? I sure as hell didn't. I never dreamed I'd read about Hemingway giving him sex advice either, or about a writer mad-dogging Aleister Crowley, but it allegedly happened. I also never thought I'd read such a gut-wrenching, candid piece regarding infidelity ["The Pilot Fish and The Rich"].
If you can, read this. Images of Paris in the fall will tug at your subconscious long after you're done.
Let me say that I never got into Hemingway. He was never "required reading" at any of the schools that I went to, and I avoided his novels because I worried the hype was over nothing.
Someone was silly enough to leave this book at the bus stop, and I decided to give him a chance and read it. Why the hell not, right?
I became entranced with his way of writing, and I fell in love with 1920's Paris. Reading books like this make me feel like I missed some kind of magical time to be an artist or writer, let alone travel. I'm sure it's hard for some of us in the 21st century to comprehend traveling by boat instead of a plane, or walking everywhere instead of driving or taking the bus [or his opinion that the only way to beat poverty is to not buy anything]. Who knew Fitzgerald was that crazy? I sure as hell didn't. I never dreamed I'd read about Hemingway giving him sex advice either, or about a writer mad-dogging Aleister Crowley, but it allegedly happened. I also never thought I'd read such a gut-wrenching, candid piece regarding infidelity ["The Pilot Fish and The Rich"].
If you can, read this. Images of Paris in the fall will tug at your subconscious long after you're done.