Book Review: A Moveable Feast: the Restored Edition by Ernest Hemingway (four stars)
The last bit of professional writing by my father, the true foreword to A Moveable Feast: “This book contains material from the remises of my memory and of my heart. Even if the one has been tampered with and the other does not exist.” Patrick Hemingway
Updated version of Hemingway’s definitive story of how lost the Lost Generation was. Includes much material omitted when originally published after his death. Those interested will need a map of 1920s Paris.
It was not a trip designed for a man easy to anger. You could not be angry with Scott any more than you could be angry with someone who was crazy, but I was getting angry with myself for having become involved in the whole silliness.
Ernest and Hadley were young, poor, and sure of themselves. Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stern, F. Scott Fitzgerald populate his cast, but he admits he’s writing fiction. Reader beware.
By then I knew that everything good and bad left an emptiness when it stopped. But if it was bad, the emptiness filled up by itself. If it was good you could only fill it by finding something better.
Clear, forceful prose. That said, he weasel-words his criticism of his contemporaries in Paris and Austria. Saves his harshest words for himself, but even as he accepts the blame for ruining his own marriage he blames others.
I have tried to write by the old rule that how good a book is should be judged, by the man who writes it, by the excellence of the material that he eliminates.
As a Matter of Fancy 
Interesting. Haven’t read Hemingway in years. I was a fan. Powerful work. Thanks for bringing him back.