“Fitzgerald was rich and famous at first; Hemingway, poor and little known, living in cheap quarters on the Left Bank. As I observed them, my impression was: Fitzgerald is tranquil, Hemingway always in motion. I came to know Hemingway quite well over the next 30 years, and my early impression was right — action is at the heart of him. And the heart of him was like an artichoke — one leaf for everybody.”
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as relayed to A.E. Hotchner by Georges Scheuer, who was employed by the Paris Ritz for over four decades. I used to say that if I could ever write pleasantly for the world at large, I’d want to be able to do it like Hotchner — but I sometimes wonder if it’s really the man, or just the source material. Either way!
From this piece, which is loaded from head to toe with the most utterly ridiculous and fabulously wealthy shenanigans of all time, and which absolutely must be read by you immediately.
