I've read Hemingway before, and enjoyed it, but never this book. It seems like I'd been saving this one for last. I like adjectives and I miss them when they are gone. It's not as if he does't use any adjectives, he just makes you wait for them and crave them and then he uses ordinary adjectives like beautiful, great, or green. It's frustrating.
Then we all know that A Moveable Feast is supposed to be this great travelogue on Paris, but it wasn't at all. It was more of a list of people that he met and what he thought of them, than a great bit of writing about Paris. I learned new things about Getrude Stein and Scott Fitzgerald. I learned the other side of the story on Hemingway's threesome between Hadley and Pauline, that he truly was remorseful for the situation and was just caught loving two women.
Overall it's not something I would need to read again. It's Hemingway and I know what to expect from him, and I'm not sure I like it. I think he was a great man, and had a fascinating life, and has merit as a writer, but he's not my writer.
I can't stop writing about this book without pointing out an awesome term that made me laugh out loud. Hemingway is describing someone he met and doesn't like, and paints the perfect picture by referring to the man as "an unsuccessful rapist". Best insult ever in a description!
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