A collection of “short stories” which are really just snapshots of Hemingway’s life in Paris in the 1920′s. Nothing really too memorable, and the writing seemed fine and Hemingway-ian without having any real oomph or hidden meaning. I never really felt “wow,” if anything I was just sorta jealous at how awesome his life was. Also it’s great to hear about him hanging out with all these other great authors of the time.
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