Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Moveable Feast

There are certain books that you read that forever stay with you. No matter how much time passes, you can always quote certain parts and the mere thought of reading it again brings pleasure. For me, one of those books is A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway.

Perhaps I like it so much because it's about a writer in Paris. It's a short memoir written by Hemingway about his time in this magical city. Isn't that the dream of every writer? To live in Paris, to talk about poetry and politics in a cafĂ©, to walk the ancient streets with  joei de vivre, to fall in love with the City of Lights?

That's the dream of this writer. Maybe that's why I love the ending of this book so much.

“There was never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed… Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy.”

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