A Moveable Feast

Irrelevantly what keeps going through my head is this bit of dialogue from Taming of the Shrew:


I knew you at the first
You were a moveable.


Why, what’s a moveable?


A join’d-stool.

 I am doing very well this week, reading-wise.   Holidays and snow days help with this.   I finished Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast last night.    Short, easy reads help, too.   I picked this for Jazz Age January having bogged down in Everybody Was So Young.   I can’t link this yet because it’s after the 18th, but not yet the 25th.  But I know me.   I’ll forget.    At any rate I enjoyed Hemingway’s Paris memories, especially the ones of his fellow writers and Sylvia Beach, although it does seem like the man ought to have had more of them.   But then he was at the end of his life and tether when he wrote this and we’re probably lucky to have it at all.  I read the original 1964 edition, though in outlining the editorial foofaraw it says “There is Never Any End to Paris” has been re-added, though it’s in my copy.   It’s the last chapter.   There is no chapter called “Nada y Pues Nada.”  I definitely read about the Pilot Fish and the Rich, which was too vague to be interesting, but while it may have been shortened was certainly not unpublished.   I’m darned confused, but not interested enough to buy the new edition and compare or find out if there was a different early edition than the one I’ve got.   Must’ve been somewhat difficult for his last wife Mary to have read how fabulous things were with Hadley and a credit to her she published them as they were.

So, thinking it would be interesting to juxtapose that with the Hadley-centric Paris Wife or Paris Never Ends, I debated.   Novels usually easier.   Non-fiction, truer.  Was comparing and contrasting reviews and then opted for Careless People instead.    I almost never read stuff hot off the presses, so to speak, but I’ve got it and the steam is still coming off the digits.   I really do need to get a grip, book-buying-wise.   But is that what Scott and Zelda would do?  Never!

P.S. Forgot to mention if you’re into Jazz Age Stuff:  The Cat’s Meow is a very good movie with Kirsten Dunst as the gorgeous Marion Davies on Hearst’s yacht with all her Hollywood pals wearing gorgeous clothes and covering up the cause of death of Thomas Ince.   A semi-true story as they say on imdb.


5 thoughts on “A Moveable Feast”

  1. This was my first Hemingway and I loved it, but I’m a sucker for almost anything about living in Paris. I’ve read most of Hemingway now and it’s still my favorite. I did read The Paris Wife last year with a book group, and didn’t care for it much, but I’m not a huge fan of modern writers who don’t make up their own characters. Thanks for linking your review to the Back to the Classics Challenge!

    1. I definitely enjoyed it. In fact, I wish there were more of it, which I can’t really say of any other Hemingway I’ve read. Much faster read for me, too, than the non-fiction Jazz Age books I started and haven’t finished. Thanks for hosting the Back to the Classics challenge! I think it’s going to be fun!

  2. Hopping over from the Nonfiction Reading Challenge. I’ve not read much Hemingway but want to get to this one if I ever plan another trip to Paris (which I very much want to do).

    1. One of his more enjoyable books, I think, but I’m not a fan of his. He definitely paints a great picture of being young and broke and trying to be a writer in Paris in the 20s. Though I could not help thinking throughout of his wife and what she did all day while he was out writing and eating oysters and drinking white wine. I hope to read one of the books about her before too long.

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