I’ve just spent a lovely sojourn with Ernest Hemingway. Oh, I know he has been deceased for fifty years, but that is of no consequence. You see, he spoke to me. He returned to life once again in his memoir A Moveable Feast. As I read this enjoyable memoir I felt as if he wanted to share stories of a particularly happy time in his life and as we dined at Michaud’s in Paris or downed cocktails at The Closerie des Lilas, the nearest good café when he lived at 113 rue Notre-Dame-des-Champs, Hem shared with me his writing techniques. Especially important was to “Write the truest sentence that you know.” He talked of his friendships with Gertrude Stein and Ezra Pound. His recollections of Ford Madox Ford were particularly amusing as was his road trip with Scott Fitzgerald. Tatie, as his wife called him, displays a delightfully mischievous sense of humor and I could almost detect a sparkle in his eye as he recalled the good times they shared. I got the impression that he regretted that their life together, that the luck which kept the good times coming, came to a conclusion. As Hemingway wrote this, I can’t help but wonder if the underlying sadness I perceived contributed to his death.Would I recommend it…………………Absolutely! I’m willing to bet that when you lift the cover off of this book, Hem will talk to you too. This one will hold a permanent place on my bookshelf.read more

Beautifully written. Reads like one of his short stories. With a lot of insight into his writing method and his ideas. It introduces another side to Hemingway, and it is a calm, relaxed, goalless novella, which gives a freedom to the reader. A beautiful piece of literature which I and probably everybody else would recommend to any Hemingway fanread more

I have to say I enjoyed this book more than his fiction.read more