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A Moveable Feast (Scribner Classic) - Ernest Hemingway As per usual, it's love/hate with me and Hemingway. What a talented louse! It makes me so angry to read about Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein this way. He was lucky enough to know them, and be considered a friend, and he's completely betrayed them. Even worse, I can't stand the way he lionizes Hadley in retrospect when he treated her so awfully at the time. I call it not well done of him.

And this brings me to a fantastic excerpt from Tobias Wolff's _Old School_:

"Anyway, I myself was in debt to Hemingway—up to my ears. So was Bill. We even talked like Hemingway characters, though in travesty, as if to deny our discipleship: That is your bed, and it is a good bed, and you must make it and you must make it well. Or: Today is the day of meatloaf. The meatloaf is swell. It is swell but when it is gone the not-having meatloaf will be tragic and the meatloaf man will not come anymore."