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Eating and drinking. Not eating and drinking. But especially, ' Working. For from the way Hemingway describes it, writing-- working --is hard, physical manly labor. It taxes you and it costs you and it takes a whole morning to get a paragraph written, but all the better! Like a good climb up a tall mountain, your exhaustion only proves that you've done something real and worthwhile.

Which is a sentiment that can make any writer-in-training feel grand and important. This isn't art or creativity or any pansy self-expression. And yet Hemingway tells us of a time when one could travel through Europe on a seasonal basis, drink bottles of wine by the liter, eat out in cafes all the time, and still be considered poor. When you could make a living selling magazine stories and the odd piece of journalism.

When these combined payments were not only enough to fund an apartment for you and your wife and son, but also for a nursemaid, and for a separate hotel room in which you could work naked, if need be. It's a particularly classy brand of poverty that doesn't sound impoverished at all.

Alas and alack. But it's still fun to read about. View all 12 comments. Jun 13, Dave Schaafsma rated it liked it Shelves: writing-books , auto-bio-memoir. Then there are the books, some of them much later, where there would seem to be parodies of himself. A Moveable Feast is an interesting book to read after The Sun Also Rises, which is a book that begins in Paris and moves to the drunken disastrous fiesta at Pamplona, with people Behaving Badly all the time. That book has some of those lyrical passages, usually about fishing and bullfighting.

Feast is written years after the last great work, The Old Man and the Sea, at a point when he thinks he is basically washed up cracked up, he would say , depressed, paranoid; it is his last attempt to cement his reputation, to solidify the myth he has made of himself through all his works, the myth of the sensitive macho man, the best writer, the best drinker, the best fisherman, the best man.

In Sun it is Jake Barnes as Hemingway, the only guy who is NOT behaving badly, the guy who rises above the "bitched" fray and goes fishing, away from people, back to nature. No one is faithful or can hold his liquor like the impotent Jake, poor guy. And so noble, a bullfighting aficionado. Feast is two books, really. In the process he manages to capture some of that early lyrical glory of Paris and their young love life there.

Hemingway dedicates Sun to Hadley and Bumby and gives her all the proceeds from it because he felt guilty all his life for dumping them, and I see that act as the first bookend of his collected acts of contrition, the last being the essays focused on their time together in Paris. Though he sometimes frames it in the passive sense, as when he says, "people came in that would change things," and he calls them, to the end, "the rich" Pauline Pfeiffer was a rich heiress whom he left Hadley for , he does make it clear he is sorry, though it is now decades later.

This is the problem in the book seen as apology, that he apologizes and then blames others, at points. But then there is the other half of the book where you realize sweet Hadley was lucky to get out when she did. In this second Feast, Hem reminisces about other famous people he knew at the time, and most of these people he just trashes as he often did.

And on and on, though he does not here critique Joyce, nor Pound, nor his lifelong friend F. The Fitzgerald essays are really poignant, the best of the "other writer" essays. To be fair, some of it is funny, though not as funny as he thinks it is, because he often comes off as petty and mean. He says great and true things about Chekhov and Dostoevsky. It was published after he committed suicide. Some of the writing is 5 star, for sure, and he is always interesting, if sometimes infuriating.

View all 13 comments. This is very sensory based writing. References abound to food and drink and the change of seasons in Paris. You can feel what it's like to be living in poverty as a practically starving artist. And yet there are other ways to be fed. Intellectually and emotionally. Hem talks of the many books he devoured, of viewing "We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

Hem talks of the many books he devoured, of viewing paintings by the masters Cezanne, Manet, Monet on a daily basis. Hem's first wife Hadley is by his side, on the periphery, not quite partaking in his literary world and artistic friendships. Yet none of this matters as they are in love. And in Paris. The book is split into vignettes, each one focussed on a different aspect of their life in Paris.

There are many caustic observations about his fellow writers and friends. Undoubtedly they felt likewise toward Hem. He talks openly of their drinking and relationship problems. But what would a memoir be without some good old fashioned sniping. Or two. Give or take. I don't recall noticing this the first time around.

Is this told with rose-coloured glasses stuck firmly in place? But then all the best memories are, aren't they. This is my second reading of this book, after a distance of many years. It still held interest for me. A good book to tuck into when you have an arvo free. But this is how Paris was when we were very poor and very happy. View all 19 comments.

Memoir… or fiction? An air of bittersweet regret hangs over the passages concerning his first wife, Hadley pictured above , especially near the end when he confesses to an infidelity to us, not to her. Even if not all of it really happened. View all 17 comments. Ernest Hemingway. A big name in the literary game. I was always hesitant to read him. Mainly due to his book titles, they never really grabbed me, feeling masculine and daunting.

I thought he was a author I would struggle to connect with. How wrong I was. Some of my favourite things to read about are all contained in this book. Paris, books, art and the decadent feasting on a budget all whet my appetite for this book.

I felt excited being transported back into that bygone era where Paris becomes the literati playground for indulgence in the pursuit of passion and living the good life despite monetary limitations.

Especially the chapters on his relationship with F. I really liked the way he describes the struggles and the distractions during the writing process. Who would have thought that would be so interesting to read about!

Even the poverty seems like a minor inconvenience and part of the whimsy! View all 25 comments. To paraphrase ol' Hem, "This is a fine and true book. It is honest and good, and the stories are important and just. While there are stories about other writers in Paris at the time -- such as F. Scott To paraphrase ol' Hem, "This is a fine and true book. He would sometimes worry that he couldn't write anymore and would have to reason with himself: "Do not worry. Write the truest sentence that you know.

There's a funny scene of Hem pretending to take Scott's temperature with a bath thermometer, and then plotting how to get Scott to stop drinking. Hem also has some amusing stories about Gertrude Stein, with whom he had a prickly friendship: "There is not much future in men being friends with great women although it can be pleasant enough before it gets better or worse, and there is usually even less future with truly ambitious women writers.

Toklas," I say that she was ambitious but not necessarily great. Overall, I greatly enjoyed spending time with Hem, even though I'm sure some of the stories were exaggerated. In the preface, Hem wrote: "If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction. But there is always the chance that such a book of fiction may throw some light on what has been written as fact.

Oct 14, Annelies rated it it was amazing Shelves: non-contemporary-american , classics. Yes, I know, this is a high rating. But I did really enjoy reading this book. It was like I was with Hemingway in Paris in the twenties. It really came to live before my eyes.

I think it has much to to with his manner of writing. Very clear sentences, not a word to much but it captures all he has to say without much frivolity. He wrote this book at the end of his life so he really mastered this very own style of writing and which I like so much. View all 9 comments. Shelves: non-fiction , he-says , classics , traditionally-published.

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 and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight. Well, this book was amazing. I was rather trepidatious, but it turned out to be excellent.

People who interfered with your life always did it for your own good and I figured it out finally that what they wanted was for you to conform completely and never differ from some accepted su 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 and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.

People who interfered with your life always did it for your own good and I figured it out finally that what they wanted was for you to conform completely and never differ from some accepted surface standard and then dissipate the way traveling salesmen would at a convention in every stupid and boreing way there was.

They knew nothing of our pleasures nor how much fun it was to be damned to ourselves I did not misspell "boring," it's that way in the book. Ernest Hemingway is writing about himself and his life in Paris. His writing style is so beautiful: simple and straightforward. I really love this style. He discusses other 'big names' he was involved with at this time: F. To my vast surprise, I found Ernest Hemingway to be very funny. In this chapter Hemingway describes a trip he took with Scott and Scott is the biggest ninny.

Hemingway trying to deal with Scott's idiocy is an absolute riot and I was cracking up. I didn't expect to laugh this much reading a Hemingway book - and that's not the only chapter where Hemingway's sense of humor shines. Hemingway also gets into the most interesting discussions with his friends. He and Stein discuss homosexuality, the differences between gay men and lesbian women, sexual predators, and Stein gives Hemingway sex advice which he proudly brings home to Hadley.

Another great chapter is the one where F. Scott Fitzgerald comes to Hemingway, very upset, convinced - absolutely convinced - that he has a tiny penis and no woman besides Zelda will ever want him. Who planted this idea in him? Zelda, of course. So Ernest Hemingway is such a good friend and he's like, "Well, let's check this out. This is a good friend. Then he takes him to see a Michelangelo exhibit so that Scott can feel better about his penis.

Lastly, he gives Scott some sex advice on how to make the most use of his penis. One thing I love hearing Hemingway talk about is poverty and hunger. He and Hadley are pretty poor in Paris and Hemingway sometimes lies to his wife and says he's going to eat lunch but instead takes a two-hour walk around the park so that it saves them money. Poverty and hunger are two subjects I am intimately familiar with and I loved hearing about Hemingway's experiences with them.

When you are 25 and a natural heavyweight, missing a meal completely makes you very hungry. But it also sharpens all of your perceptions, and I found that many of the people I wrote about had very strong appetites and a great taste and desire for food, and most of them were looking forward to having a drink.

This is accurate. One of the most absolutely romantic parts of the book is the chapter in which Hemingway and Hadley decide to wear their hair the exact same length. Hemingway wants to grow out his hair - he so much admires the long hair of the Japanese men he sees. Hadley is so supportive and they make a very romantic vow to wear their hair the same length.

This is a very beautiful, romantic and heartwarming chapter. They defy the social conventions of the time: I enjoyed being considered damned and my wife and I enjoyed being considered damned together. Do you know that Hemingway was the creator of the hashtag sorrynotsorry? I was sorry about this but there was nothing I could do about it. The book is also rife writing advice. I am not a writer! But I think anyone who is a writer would really enjoy and even possibly benefit from reading this book - Hemingway offers some thoughts and suggestions that I could see coming in very handy.

Now, the book isn't perfect. Of course we have shades of racism, homophobia, and sexism in here. She was very pretty with a fresh face as a newly minted coin if they minted coins in smooth flesh with rain-freshened skin, and her hair black as crow's wing and cut sharply and diagonally across her cheek. I looked at her and she disturbed me and made me very excited.

Hello, Bond. LOL This is something Bond would think - except Bond would include a detailed description of her breasts. The book also has its dull parts. Anyway, my point is that the book isn't perfect - but it's very good.

I highly recommend it, actually. Clear, concise writing. It's funny. It has some great ideas and thoughts in it. I'm not saying Hemingway is a wonderful human being, but his writing is wonderful IMO.

It's also fun to see everyone else traipsing around Paris: F. I really was transported to s Paris. I thought this would be boring, and I was happily proven wrong. Please note that this is a review of The Restored Edition.

I really liked this edition - I've read quotes from the other version and have decided that this is superior. View all 16 comments. Dec 05, Adam Dalva rated it really liked it. Charming, ranging, generous, memoir of Paris, stuffed full of memorable lines "Never Any End to Paris" and packed with the luminaries of the expat era. How weird to read a book where Joyce is just sort of around, where Gertrude Stein and Alice Toklas squabble, and where, in an excellent moment, Fitzgerald's face turns into a death mask while drunk.

All along, Hemingway's first marriage to Hadley is at once extolled and mourned. I read the Restored Edition, which in some ways I regret, especial Charming, ranging, generous, memoir of Paris, stuffed full of memorable lines "Never Any End to Paris" and packed with the luminaries of the expat era. I read the Restored Edition, which in some ways I regret, especially after reading about the interventionist edit and suffering through repetitions, but this is an infectious breeze, one that will infect you with wanderlust.

Hemingway is an odd caricature of himself, but there is a charm to his wanton masculinity that makes him hard not to like. Paris is a celebration, is a hymn to life, to friendship, to the creation and a magnificent tribute to Paris.

Woody Allen's last film "Midnight in Paris" led me to re-read this excellent author, who is Ernest Hemingway. Here it is a minor work, but which reveals all the talent of its author. Here he evokes his first stay in Paris in the s, in the company of his first wife, Hadley. A financially difficult stay, poor in income but oh so rich in joie de vivre, in discoveries, in friendship.

We trav Paris is a celebration, is a hymn to life, to friendship, to the creation and a magnificent tribute to Paris. We travel through time to discover the nightlife in Paris of the "Roaring Twenties".

His friendship with Scott Fitzgerald is a rare friendship that mixes envy, admiration and honesty. The female characters are not left out, and the portrayal of Gertrude Stein and Zelda Fitzgerald is incredibly vivid and endearing. Two ladies with strong character, from very equal backgrounds, southerner for Zelda, both for Gertrude Stein.

An entertaining book that takes us on a journey through time in a fair, excellent company. View all 3 comments. The Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway is an intriguing read.

Hemingway recollects his youth, the days where he had no money and lived from story to story before he had his first major novelistic breakthrough. The reader that will take most from this will be one that has read a lot of 20th century literature and is aware of the interactions between writers and the ways in which they supported each other through their careers.

Ezra Pound was a central figure who helped form a community of writers and organised donations for T. S Eliot so he could quite his job and write poetry. James Joyce was also important though quite hard to actually talk to and even find.

Hemingway recollects the conversations he had with such men, and how they helped him hone his craft. More importantly though, Gertrude Stein, writer and homosexuality advocate, was perhaps the one who influenced him most strongly. From reading this, it is clear that she was one of the truest friends Hemmingway ever had. I found the sections with her far more compelling than those with the other literary figures, and I would gladly have read a novel just about their curious friendship.

The strength of the writing is at its peak when Hemingway describes Paris where he met Stein. He creates a vivid picture of a city that he clearly adored, one that shaped him as an individual. Although I had my reservations about this work, I know I must try more of his novels in the future. This may have been a bad place to start quite a few readers suggest that this is the last novel of his one should read because it is a retrospective piece about how he became a writer.

He is looking back from a place of sucess. I decided to bail after his visit to the indoor bicycle races, like dance marathons one of those frantic displays of recreational endurance so popular in the s. There are better books. View all 61 comments. Read this back in my first year of University for a certain lecture about memoirs and such. I fancied myself top of the class choosing Hemingway. Our professor, Dr H. I later found that the frequent short coughs he gave were due to a serious amount of smoking in his youth, apparently asked us all to discuss our chosen books Read this back in my first year of University for a certain lecture about memoirs and such.

I later found that the frequent short coughs he gave were due to a serious amount of smoking in his youth, apparently asked us all to discuss our chosen books.

I spoke about Paris as a setting, the writers Hemingway encounters, Joyce, Fitzgerald, the business with the latter's penis. I told everyone I thought it was very good. At this time I was getting into Hemingway properly for the first time and struck the deal with my housemate, the year later, I think, to read everything Hemingway ever wrote before he read Ulysses. At some point we had a joint meeting with one of our professors, our favourite, Dr S.

He told us he had, on getting his job as professor at the university many years ago, left his wife for a weekend and pitched a tent somewhere in the countryside and read Ulysses over two days.

He had then packed up and come home again feeling "ready". He also admitted that when he had done his own MA he asked if his professor could simply teach him to "write like Hemingway". Since then, I've been surprised to find many people in my creative circles dislike old Hemingway. In fact, if I could distil the opinions I've seen from my own experience they would be this: They don't like Hemingway, they don't bother trying with Joyce and everyone tells them that Fitzgerald is a supreme novelist and they aren't so sure.

Even if the one has been tampered with and the other does not exist. This book truly felt like a moveable feast, literally and figuratively. While reading, I kept having this feeling like I was peeking into the keyhole of a door. Sadly, Time itself locked this imaginary door from the inside.

I entered far into the story and was lost in it. My personal favorite was discovering how Hemingway viewed his close friendship with F. On the dust jacket, the eyes of Doctor T. I watched Ernest Hemingway take the dust jacket off and face it down on his table. Hemingway always suspected it was out of jealousy. Another image that I completely fell in love with was while Hemingway sat writing in a cafe. He passed away before doing any final edits, but his grandson Sean Hemingway picked up the pencil that his grandfather put down.

He reworked the original version of A Moveable Feast into its truest form, and I can only imagine how touched Ernest Hemingway would be if he saw his legacy living on. Write the truest sentence you know. View 1 comment. A Moveable Feast is a beautiful book. Zelda is a mad bitch; Scott is a drunken man-chi A Moveable Feast is a beautiful book.

Zelda is a mad bitch; Scott is a drunken man-child; she makes him piss away his talent; it is all sad and pathetic; Hemingway does nothing to mitigate the sadness. I think Hemingway struggled with how any talented author -— particularly one I believe Hemingway thought was more naturally talented than himself though I would disagree with that assessment —- could allow his talent to go to waste in petty disputes with his wife and too much drink to alleviate the disputes.

Everything surrounding Scott and Zelda is tragic, and even having read this before, even knowing the historical progression of Zelda and Scott, I found myself hoping, again, that things would be different -— that Scott would find a way to become great or stay great or whatever.

Papa certainly wants it to be different. I want it to be different. I wish this had not been published. It is almost too personal, but damn am I glad it was. Could I be as brave as Ernest? Have I earned the right? View all 7 comments. Real Rating: 2. Next to D. Lawrence and Ivy Compton-Burnett , he's my least favorite English-language writer. This sly, arch memoir of Paris in the s contains unkind and unflattering portraits of people who were kind to Hemingway back in the day, as well as some deeply homophobic stuff that reveals the author's life-long anxiety about his own sexuality.

He was quite pretty in his youth: He was always hostile towards "otherness" and I suspect, given how vivi Real Rating: 2. He was quite pretty in his youth: He was always hostile towards "otherness" and I suspect, given how vividly Manly his pursuits were, that they sprang in part from his anger and fear at being pigeonholed as "arty" or "an artist" which was code for queer in that time.

So my response to this book, read after the extraordinarily excellent The Sun Also Rises and his uniformly good, frequently excellent, short fiction, came off badly in my eyes. I dislike The Old Man and the Sea almost but not quite as much as Sons and Lovers and slightly more than Manservant and Maidservant , both perfectly horrible books.

I won't read the bits of his ouevre I've escaped, and I don't recommend him to you as a reader. I actively, forcefully discourage you from reading his work if you're an aspiring writer. I don't like his stuff but I do acknowledge his hugely effortful and massively talented foray into stylistic innovation. I suspect, though I cannot prove, that Hemingway won't survive the ages. I'm not at all sure novels will survive the ages as a means of consuming stories. Their complexity and their sheer scope quite overpowers mere imagination-driven reading.

Novels will be as dead as poetry is. O brave new world Sep 22, Perry rated it really liked it Shelves: nonfiction. You may already know the title comes from a passage in the book, "If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

A Moveable Feast provides wonderful tips for neophyte writers and a fascinating look at those heady days in Paris, with sometimes overly nasty parts covering a friendly Ezra Pound, John Dos Passos, a charismatic James Joyce, Gertrude Stein Hemingway described as resembling a "Roman soldier" , Ford Madox Ford apparently awfully foul-smelling and F. Scott Fitzgerald whose wife Zelda apparently made him remarkably self-conscious about the caliber of his reproductive equipment.

As Christopher Hitchens so aptly explained the continued American fascination with this memoir, it's "an ur-text of," or "skeleton key to" "the American enthrallment" or "literary fascination with Paris View 2 comments. He ended his life before choosing a beginning, an ending, and a title. Some of his memories were damaged or missing due to the electric shoc 4.

Some of his memories were damaged or missing due to the electric shock therapy he had undergone. Scott Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound, and James Joyce when they were all so very young and poor and not so famous. There were low expectations on my part for an incomplete manuscript but needing to take a virtual trip to France for a group reading challenge I thought this might do. It sure did, and then some. I chose to read it as he intended and so left off where he did leaving them unread. Anyone who has ever wanted more of Hem might be thrilled to read them.

View all 14 comments. Read immediately after The Paris Wife , this is like a book end on the s in Paris, a photo of a writer's life in writing, as a husband and father, as a member of the ex-patriot community in Europe. There are glimpses of his writing process, his friendships or maybe more properly relationships with other writers, artists and luminaries large and small, his apparent love for his son and wife.

All is masked as fiction but reads as real life. There are quotes upon quotes to mention. But it seemed an impossible thing to do when I had been trying with great difficulty to write paragraphs that would be the distillation of what made a novel. It was necessary to write longer stories now as you would train for a longer race. He seems more generous and flowing. It was a very beautiful old inn and the wood of the walls of the room where you ate and drank were silky with the years of polishing.

So were the tables and chairs You slept close together in the big bed under the feather quilt with the window open and the stars close and very bright. There are so many moments in this book that are fascinating for so many different reasons--some are like watching a train wreck, some are like watching flowers bloom.

Highly recommended whether you read Hemingway or not. View all 42 comments. Dec 22, Thomas rated it liked it Shelves: biography-or-memoir , read-for-college , nonfiction. What a fitting book for my final Hemingway review. A Moveable Feast captures so much of what I like about Hemingway e. He has a rather entrancing and pretentious way of writing about Paris, its luxuries and its famous people he often associated with Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein, and F.

Scott Fitzgerald, just to name a few. Yet, between this glitz and What a fitting book for my final Hemingway review.

Yet, between this glitz and glamour rests an underlying sadness, one that he describes when he says, after a horse race, that "I knew everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. His melancholy does not excuse how he judges and berates women based on their bodies, as well as his other offensive behavior, but his hardship helps to explain it.

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