While I was reading Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast, I was surprised to see that he dedicated whole chapters to F. Scott Fitzgerald, who was apparently a good friend of his. I know that they’re friends, and that people like to draw them in parallel, but I didn’t figure they were this close, and that Hemingway was so fascinated by his friend.
Funny too that the two met in a café in Paris, despite being true blood American both.
One thing I noticed: the way Hemingway describes Scott Fitzgerald’s wife, Zelda, so much resembles Gloria Patch, a character from Fitzgerald’s novel, The Beautiful and Damned. It’s pretty likely that Gloria herself is written to resemble Zelda, and that seems to be what most people think, but this is from Hemingway’s point of view. It’s kind of eery.
Hemingway is a lot of troubles, from what he writes of himself. He has sarcasm nailed down in his sleeve. And Fitzgerald, from his eyes, is like a whole lot more.
What was it… Hemingway killed himself, but Fitzgerald died earlier because of alcohol? Or was that someone else? Hemingway does talk a lot about his friend’s drinking habit, which was complicated and sometimes inconsistent. Drinks just have to be mentioned a lot when he’s around.
The other thing he writes about was how Fitzgerald skewed his stories so it’ll sell. It annoys him, I think.
I was trying to get him to write his stories as well as he could and not trick them to conform to any formula, as he had explained that he did.
“You’ve written a fine novel now,” I told him. “And you mustn’t write slop.”
“The novel isn’t selling,” he said. “I must write stories and they have to be stories that will sell.”
“Write the beat story that you can and write it as straight as you can.”
“I’m going to,” he said.
Either way, Hemingway has plenty to say about his friend’s many flaws and quirks–he has plenty of things to say about all his friends’ quirks–but he still admits that he was a fine writer and that he’ll always try to be a good friend to him.