“ I have to tell you that I find your work a little stark. In the chapter, “Birth of a New School”, a critic even said: He was not illustrious or extravagant with his details he did not go off on tangents or run-off sentences his writing was not fictitious or fantasized. He described things simply and did not use too many words. Hemingway used his words carefully and purposefully.
Whereas a YA fiction novel is like a bag of chips that I could munch through in a matter of minutes, Hemingway’s book was a rare, delicious fruit that I took my time with. It was like eating a sweet fruit that I wanted to savor for as long as I can. There was something about Hemingway’s writing that made slow down and enjoy every word. But when I opened the first page and began reading, I couldn’t get myself to skim through it. I frankly did not have time to sit and read a book thoroughly (as most college students could agree). At first, I had planned to just skim through this book. In the midst of my chaos as a college student, re-reading “A Moveable Feast” was a much needed breath of fresh air. The smell of salt and sunscreen when I would nap on the beach. The soft French music that played in the background of the cafe I would study at. The way the sun shined through the leaves of the tree in front of my window. While I was alone for the most part, I learned to enjoy it by appreciating the little things. I often spent my time lounging at home, going to to the beach, sitting in coffee shops, and recording little moments in my life that I turn into short films for my Youtube channel. When I was in high school, life moved slow.
Hell, that’s how it’s been since I’ve started college. I’ve barely had any time to do anything except go to class, study, and finish my homework. This quarter, I’ve been loaded with classes and homework. It wasn’t about anything in particular, but it was good writing. But that was what made the book so special. I honestly did not remember anything about this book, except the details about Hemingway’s idyllic life in Paris. I had read this book in high school, but it was for fun. One of our assigned readings is “A Moveable Feast” by Ernest Hemingway. I’m taking a French history/culture class this quarter.
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