The Paris Wife by Paula McLain.
After reading this book, it took some time before I could
write a review. I had think about the book, to divorce the author from the subject.
The story of Ernest Hemingway, his first wife Hadley Richardson, and the rest
of the Lost Generation was so sad and demoralizing that I wanted to give them
three stars. (And those three stars was the average of their lives balanced by
their work.) But this review is not of those authors.
Ms. McLain does such a beautiful job of disappearing behind
the text that it’s easy to forget that Hadley, who narrates most of the novel,
is not the author. The writing is very clean and does a wonderful job of conveying
Paris during the ’20s, especially its literary atmosphere rank with
competition, self-destruction, and betrayal. And yet, you can’t help but root
for Ernest and Hadley, even knowing the inevitable outcome.
After reading this book, I have to read A Moveable Feast and The Sun Also Rises. I suspect that there’s
no greater accolade for the author than to have enchanted a reader so much that
she feels compelled to read more Hemingway.
Sounds like a wonderful read. I do want to read it, but alas, my list is so long... ;-)
ReplyDelete