![]() ![]() I couldn’t help but fall in love with Hadley, and through her eyes, with the young Ernest Hemingway. In the final pages, he writes of Hadley, “I wished I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.” That line, and his portrayal of their marriage - so tender and poignant and steeped in regret - inspired me to search out biographies of Hadley, and then to research their brief and intense courtship and letters - they wrote hundreds and hundreds of pages of delicious pages to another! The idea to write in Hadley’s voice came to me as I was reading Hemingway’s memoir, A Moveable Feast, about his early years in Paris. Hadley Richardson, Hemingway’s first wife, is the perfect person to reveal him to us - and also to immerse us in the incredibly exciting and volatile world of Jazz-age Paris. But beneath this man or myth, or some combination of the two, is another Hemingway, one we’ve never seen before. Most of us know or think we know who Ernest Hemingway was - a brilliant writer full of macho swagger, driven to take on huge feats of bravery and a pitcher or two of martinis - before lunch. ![]()
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