Hemingway: Early life in Paris

Hemingway: Early life in Paris

Paris is a city with magnetic power, attracts different groups of people during the causes of time. Long before our Chinese rushes there for romantic sightseeing and luxury goods buying, Paris filled with refugees frowem the Nazi Terror. Before those frightened Germans, there were American expat artists, like, Hemingway. He wrote in The Moveable Feast famously： If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then, wherever you to for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

A lot of tourists to Paris are deeply touched by this statement, American or Chinese or Japanese, or whatever nationality, although they don’t really understand what the statement means to Hemingway.

This book tells you who Hemingway was, what did he do when he was in Paris in 1920s. He drunk, he wrote, he socialized with “Crowd” like Stein, Beach. He went bull-fight in Spain, let his sporty spirit build in his vein. He penned his equally badly behaved friends in one novel and made his debute in literature circle. As Robert McAlmon put ”Hemingway is a very good businessman, a publicity seeker, who looks ahead and calculates, and uses rather than wonders about people”

In Paris, he divorced his first wife Hadley. He changed his dedication to a poignant and brutal one ”This book is for Hadley and for John Hadley Nicanor. At the edge of publication of his first novel that matters, he denied his wife, Hadley a Hemingway, despite the fact that she supported him mentally and financially. Possibly he felt sorry about Hadley years later, but at that time, he left her.

Years later he wrote: "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 moon light."

He made the “lost generation famous” but he wanted to backpedal it. Years later he still protesting that Gertrude Stein was a complainer. “I thought that all generations were lost by something and always had been and always would be.”

Everybody behaves badly, especially Hemingway.