This is Hemingway's memoir of his days in Paris, living in poverty with his first wife and drinking with fellow writers such as Ezra Pound, Gertrude Stein and F. Scott Fitzgerald.
I still have mixed feelings about Hemingway's work. On the one hand I have a certain admiration for his concise writing style, on the other, I do not trust him. I do not trust the feelings he shares with the reader. I often feel that he was more focused on projecting an image of himself that was perhaps hiding his real personality, his real sexuality, than anything else. My distrust of him mainly stems from his depictions of the Great War, ones that glorify manhood in a conservative manner, and tend to be inconsistent with the work of many other great WWI writers.
Having said that, A Moveable Feast is a must read for anyone who is interested in the lost generation, any of the writers he discusses, post-war Paris, or more simply, the life of a (particularly well-fed) starving artist. The passages regarding Hemingway's writing methods were also precious.
Fitzgerald being one of my very favorite writers, I was fascinated by the chapters that were devoted to him and his difficult relationship with his wife. Those chapters alone made this short book worth reading. But the question remains, was Hemingway telling the truth about the infamous couple?