|My used copy cost a measly $2.98! Quel steal!|
Hemingway understands Paris inside out. The way he richly describes its heartbeat, its rhythm, its hum, is simple yet enlightening. Take, for instance, the following, "When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest." Statements like this somehow manage to be revealing even when you experienced that very feeling yourself. And then, of course, you inevitably find yourself cooing over any place he mentions that you've been yourself whether its Shakespeare & Company or the Jardin du Luxembourg. Despite the fact that we sadly no longer live in a world where we can bump into F. Scott Fitzgerald at our local café, Paris still has the same spirit, the same passion for everyday, and that's part of what I found so striking. Hemingway describes a town that you change as it changes you and I, for one, had the same experience. If you haven't been to Paris, never fear! This is quality daydreaming material and you'll feel like you're there!
|Sidenote: oh hey, it's Hemingway's passport photo from that era... and he's a total babe! (x)|
P.S. Dear Santa, in case you didn't make it through the entire post, I would like a time machine headed for 1920s Paris. Merci!