A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition
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Ernest Hemingway’s classic memoir of Paris in the 1920s, now available in a restored edition, includes the original manuscript along with insightful recollections and unfinished sketches.
Published posthumously in 1964, A Moveable Feast remains one of Ernest Hemingway’s most enduring works. Since Hemingway’s personal papers were released in 1979, scholars have examined the changes made to the text before publication. Now, this special restored edition presents the original manuscript as the author prepared it to be published.
Featuring a personal Foreword by Patrick Hemingway, Ernest’s sole surviving son, and an Introduction by grandson of the author, Seán Hemingway, editor of this edition, the book also includes a number of unfinished, never-before-published Paris sketches revealing experiences that Hemingway had with his son, Jack, and his first wife Hadley. Also included are irreverent portraits of literary luminaries, such as F. Scott Fitzgerald and Ford Maddox Ford, and insightful recollections of Hemingway’s own early experiments with his craft.
Widely celebrated and debated by critics and readers everywhere, the restored edition of A Moveable Feast brilliantly evokes the exuberant mood of Paris after World War I and the unbridled creativity and unquenchable enthusiasm that Hemingway himself epitomized.
crack a hard-boiled egg against a stone to peel it on a picnic. i must write the strange world of the six-day races and the marvels of the road-racing in the mountains. french is the only language it has ever been written in properly and the terms are all french and that is what makes it hard to write. mike was right about it, there is no need to bet. but that comes at another time in paris. –8– Hunger Was Good Discipline You got very hungry when you did not eat enough in paris
because all the bakery shops had such good things in the windows and people ate outside at tables on the sidewalk so that you saw and smelled the food. when you had given up journalism and were writing nothing that anyone in america would buy, explaining at home that you were lunching out with someone, the best place to go was the luxembourg gardens where you saw and smelled nothing to eat all the way from the place de l'observatoire to the rue de vaugirard. there you could always go into the
with the mirror in back and a table in front and the waiter asked if i wanted beer i asked for a distingue, the big glass mug that held a litre, and for potato salad. the beer was very cold and wonderful to drink. the pommes a l'huile were firm and marinated and the olive oil delicious. i ground black pepper over the potatoes and moistened the bread in the olive oil. after the first heavy draught of beer i drank and ate very slowly. when the pommes a l'huile were gone i ordered another serving
so i asked if he wanted me to make another test. 'no,' he said. 'we can be happy it cleared up so quickly. i've -always had great recuperative power.' 'you're fine,' i said. 'but i think it would be just as well if you stayed in bed and had a light supper, and then we can start early in the morning.' i had planned to buy us raincoats but i would have to borrow money from him for that and i did not want to start arguing about that now. scott did not want to stay in bed. he wanted to get
they had no effect on him except to make him more animated and talkative, and he started to tell me the outline of his life with zelda. he told me how he had first met her during the war and then lost her and won her back, and about their marriage and then about something tragic that had happened to them at st-raphael about a year ago. this first version that he told me of zelda . and a french naval aviator falling in love was truly a sad story and i believe it was a true story. later he told me