It's about: This is a memoir about Hemingway's time spent in Paris in the 1920s. In his typical sparse, straighforward style he describes his daily writing habits, his friendships with famous writers like Gertrude Stein and F. Scott Fitzgerald, and his adventures living in poverty with his first wife, Hadley.
|Me at one of Hemingway's|
favorite hangouts in 2009
Hemingway's descriptions of his time spent with F. Scott Fitzerald and his antics are HILARIOUS. My favorite line from this part is when they are in a hotel together and Scott dramatically insists he is sick. Hemingway writes:
|Hadley and Ernest Hemingway,|
winter in Switzerland 1922 (via)
Favorite excerpts: "That afternoon she [Gertrude Stein] told us, too, how to buy pictures.
'You can either buy clothes or buy pictures,' she said. 'It's that simple. No one who is not very rich can do both. Pay no attention to your clothes and no attention at all to the mode, and buy your clothes for comfort and durability, and you will have the clothes money to buy pictures.'
'But even if I never bought any more clothing ever,' I said, 'I wouldn't have enough money to buy the Picassos that I want.'
'No. He's out of your range. You have to buy the people of your own age--of your own military service group. You'll know them. You'll meet them around the quarter. There are always good new serious painters. But it's not you buying clothes so much. It's your wife always. It's women's clothes that are expensive.'
I saw my wife trying not to look at the strange, steerage clothes that Miss Stein wore and she was successful."
What I'm reading next: Almost done with Jude the Obscure