As the book explores Paris (1920)
in all its inherent splendour and drabness, it also felt like a disclosure of both
favourable and unfavourable aspects that shroud over the luminaries of the
literary world that tread on Ernest Hemingway’s path or field of vision.
Needless to say, it was also an excursion to the city’s most sane and decadent
lifestyle. “A Moveable Feast” is a literary banquet as it bursts with characters
like James Joyce, Gertrude Stein, Scott F. Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound (to name a
few )of which to a literary buff was a smorgasbord of, well, literary goodies.
Written in the style of a memoir, this covers the life of Ernest as a budding
writer in, where else, but the cultural capital of the Western World, Paris. It
features the various attractions of people and places found on this little side
of Paris where he tried to establish a vocation of being a journalist then a
free-lance fiction writer. I did not bother to look into how much of “A Moveable
Feast” was fabricated and reduced to fiction, it was enough to read about one
of the world’s most beautiful cities which happened to suffer an ebb of flow of
self-exiled creative geniuses. Love it or hate it, this is a remembrance of “The
Lost Generations” (as Gertrude Stein calls it) an essential brainchild of one
of the most celebrated figures of American Literature.
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