A Moveable Feast and found out that you were just a big softy.
Hemingway started A Moveable Feast in 1957, basing it on the journals he wrote in Paris in the 1920s before he hit the big time. He and his wife Hadley (and baby Bumby) lived in dirty, cold apartments scraping together enough money for a bottle or two of wine. Occasionally, they'd skip off to Switzerland to ski. In Paris, Hemingway met famous artists and writers. He has a lot to say about them. Sometimes it's sweet and sometimes (most of the time) it's gossipy. His pen is kind to those he really loved and harsh to ones he didn't. He talks about the books he read and the authors he admired. His life was books and writing.
He paints a vivid picture of what it was like to be a struggling writer in Paris at that time. The cafés, the wine, the food, the arguments. There are funny stories and bittersweet stories. It felt sincere. The only thing that bothered me was near the end when he says 'the rich' came between him and Hadley 'using the oldest trick there is.' It didn't seem to me that he was taking any responsibility for his affair. It just happened. "Whoops! How did that get in there?" It did sound like he regretted hurting her though.
A Moveable Feast was published posthumously in 1964. His 4th wife Mary edited the 'original' edition. Recently, his grandson edited a 'restored' version. Whenever relatives are involved in a project like this, they are going to be accused of shenanigans. And both were for different reasons. While reading the original, I wondered if Hemingway had had the final say what the book would look like.
So yes, through A Moveable Feast, I warmed up to Hemingway. A bit. We're not bffs or anything but we can hang out.