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Mar 07, 2018diannehildebrand rated this title 3.5 out of 5 stars
An honest account of Morley Callaghan's friendship with F. Scott Fitzgerald and Hemingway, culminating in the summer of 1929 when they were all in Paris. One reviewer calls this account "compassionate" and I agree. But this huge coterie of writers and artists who congregated in Paris during those years were a sensitive, gossipy and backbiting bunch - one needs to remember they were also all quite young, and they drank and drank. How they ever could write with that much alcohol in their system is beyond me. One of the loveliest parts of the book is an essay account at the end of Callaghan and his wife going back to Paris many decades later to revisit some of the haunts of 1929.