The Life of Hemingway

At first I thought it was an essay written by Hemingway when he was in his 20s, and it was published in the old age collection, but when I opened the book and saw the statement and autograph of his fourth wife, Mary, I realized that it was specially written by the author when he was 60 years old. Pulled the trigger that everyone knows. I'm nowhere near the age of reminiscence, but want to know in advance what it's like to have a reminiscence that's especially striking. Hemingway recommends reading the entire book as a novel, even if at first glance each piece seems fairly independent and unrelated. This well-known book gave me new curiosity at the beginning and led me to the end.

From 1921 to 26, when Hemingway was 22 to 27 years old, he moved from Canada to Paris, stopped working as a reporter, and wrote short stories every day, while still thinking about his first novel. Even though his income plummeted from time to time to starvation, the abundance and vitality of Paris at the time allowed him to create and live freely in the city along with other young writers and painters. Just a cup of coffee and you can write for a day at a coffee shop, a Shakespeare bookstore where you can borrow the best books in the world, read a lot of Russian literature, and always have a restaurant where you can eat and drink deliciously. A few drinks, exchange rate reasons make it cheaper to go on a ski vacation in Switzerland than to live in Paris.

It was not until Hemingway wrote The Sun Also Rises that he began to taste the taste of success, and the Feast of the Flow also ended there, because the "very poor and extremely happy" life in Paris was gone (P190). I could write better elsewhere than in the place where I was, and maybe I could write about Paris without leaving Paris, I didn't know it was too early to do that. It took Hemingway 40 years to digest this period of time. Perhaps he also suffered the curse of the successful. He crossed the hill and found that he was happiest before reaching the top. Time sifts out the writer's unimportant memories. He wrote Paris better in Cuba than when he was in Paris. Hemingway's time was very infectious, and "moveable feast" was permanently embedded in the prefix and attributive of Paris. . I heard that the "Paris Hemingway Route" has long been developed by travel agencies, but if you mark places such as the Luxembourg Gardens, Cardinal Street, and Lilac Garden Cafe on the map, you can find many new clues, and the tour guide may not be able to satisfy you. , because everyone's interests are so different. For example, I found the "Rue Muffetta" where the "fancier's cafe" mentioned in the book is located, which is also the place where Bresson filmed the teenager with alcohol.

It was not until Hemingway wrote The Sun Also Rises that he began to taste the taste of success, and the Feast of the Flow also ended there, because the "very poor and extremely happy" life in Paris was gone (P190). I could write better elsewhere than in the place where I was, and maybe I could write about Paris without leaving Paris, I didn't know it was too early to do that. It took Hemingway 40 years to digest this period of time. Perhaps he also suffered the curse of the successful. He crossed the hill and found that he was happiest before reaching the top. Time sifts out the writer's unimportant memories. He wrote Paris better in Cuba than when he was in Paris. Hemingway's time was very infectious, and "moveable feast" was permanently embedded in the prefix and attributive of Paris. . I heard that the "Paris Hemingway Route" has long been developed by travel agencies, but if you mark places such as the Luxembourg Gardens, Cardinal Street, and Lilac Garden Cafe on the map, you can find many new clues, and the tour guide may not be able to satisfy you. , because everyone's interests are so different. For example, I found the "Rue Muffetta" where the "fancier's cafe" mentioned in the book is located, which is also the place where Bresson filmed the teenager with alcohol.

Hemingway also wrote about eating many times, most of which are rewards for himself after a hard day of writing. I don’t know if “The Lonely Gourmet” refers to this, but if Goro doesn’t work at the beginning of each episode, the satisfaction that follows It will also decrease. I sat down on a bench against the wall with a large mirror in the back and a table in front of me. The waiter asked me if I wanted a beer, and I said a good one, one that can hold a liter in a large glass. Well, another potato salad. The beer is cold and refreshing to drink. The fried potatoes are very chewy, the marinade is delicious, and the olive oil is delicious. I sprinkled some ground black pepper on the potatoes, tore the bread and dipped it in olive oil. After a few gulps of beer, I ate it slowly. After I finished the potato salad, I asked for another, plus a plate of smoked sausage. This sausage resembles a chunky Frankfurter sausage cut in half and topped with a flavorful mustard sauce. I scraped off all the fat and juice with the bread, sipped the beer slowly, drank it all in one gulp when it started to get cold, asked for another half a liter of beer, and watched the wine pour into the vat little by little. Here, this one seems to be cooler than the "good" one, I drank half of it in one sip.