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Berghain, I'm addicted to talking about Hemingway, nude lakes, pseudo travel guide
Ezra Pound, to Hemingway is “the man who taught me to distrust adjective as I would later learn to distrust certain people in certain situations.” I read A Moveable Feast visiting a friend at her Hytte in Norway (a Norwegian cabin built at the dawn of time, no electricity or running water, much talk of poisonous snakes [unseen]) and then on the plane from Helenski to Bologna, sitting beside old Japanese man feeding me fig newtons. Apparently, Hemingway is very popular there, he told me. He said it’s because of the sea.
I found the first 40 pages to be a total snoozefest, and a bit hollow, but after I settled in, the hollowness is just that mistrust of adjectives. The chapters about F. Scott Fitzgerald were the most joyful, made me question if drinking a bottle of wine at every meal could thrust me, too, into writerly brilliance.
Others things I’ve read while traveling: The Age of Innocence, Dep…