A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition

A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition

Ernest Hemingway

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 143918271X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


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.

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and a cervelas. this was a sausage like a heavy, wide frankfurter split in two and covered with a special mustard sauce. i mopped up all the oil and all of the sauce with bread and drank the beer slowly until it began to lose its coldness and then i finished it and ordered a demi and watched it drawn. it seemed colder than the distingue and i drank half of it. i had not been worrying, i thought. i knew the stories were good and someone would publish them finally at home. when i stopped

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