News for March 2012

The Paris Wife by Paula McLain

I had wanted to become more serious and write more serious reviews about the books that I read but when I get to this page I find that I have not that much to say, or at times, I do have a lot to say. I am trying to decide which is the case for this book.

First, a clear synopsis. The Paris Wife is about Hemingway’s first wife Hadley Richardson and their life in Paris. From woody allen’s Midnight in Paris I can’t help but read everything that Hemingway has written and everything about Hemingway (including the style of this novel) in the actor’s voice. A slow, droned voice that elongates sentences and stretches images to far away places.

I didn’t really know how to put a finger on this novel because it was written in the point of view of Hadley from the moment that they had met to the moment that they had divorced and Hemingway has gone on to his second wife, Pauline something.

And throughout his life time, he will have a total of four wives and numerous affairs before killing himself with a revolver the way that his father did, and the way that Hadley’s father did.

It is not a completely historically accurate novel but there are a lot of very good and witty conversation that made me think that it was spoken at that time. I especially loved Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald as I always had. I find that couple much more fascinating than Hemingway and his relationship with women, no matter how secretive they may or may not be.

I felt annoyed by Hadley for most of the book but immediately felt sorry for her when Hemingway started cheating on her with Pauline. this was simply because their arrangements was too strange. He could either abandon one for the other but hoping to live with them both and their son is just too wrong.

Oh yes, now I want to know what I wanted to say.
it reads like chick-lit.

That means it’s fun enough to be read quickly and at times you will definitely feel annoyed with the female narrator. as i have felt, with all chick lit.

but after finishing this book, i just have to say that i don’t like hemingway very much…
his writing style never appealed to me as much as fitzgerald’s or say the french writer, camus’. i guess i just didn’t really get it…

and now on to quotes:

Not everyone believed in marriage then. To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

Another kind of girl might have suspected Kate of jealousy, but I was very simple and trusting, then. More than this, I was inexperienced. At twenty-eight I’d had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

know we meant to be gone a year,” Ernest said to Gertrude on our first visit to their flat after we returned, “but four months is a year in Canada.”

Posted: March 12th, 2012
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Hear the Wind sing

by Haruki Murakami

This is another one of the novels that he wrote that was never allowed for publication outside of Japan. I enjoyed this one a lot more than Pinball 1973. And I actually thought it was really good over all.

the story is about this guy, the protagonist, his name unknown, and basically the summer he spent in his hometown after coming home from college in Tokyo. The protagonist is 21 years old and he frequents a bar called J’s, which was also encountered in Pinball 1973. There, he is friends with someone named Rat, who is also a recurring character.

The protagonist recalls about his life, the girls he had slept with, and his encounter with a girl that was once a twin and only had 4 fingers. There is some conversation, nothing too life changing though.

It was a very pleasant and very short read. Not exactly recommended or not recommended. It’s so short that it probably won’t hurt.


After washing down my last mouthful of horse mackerel with beer and cleaning my plate, I grabbed the copy of L’Education sentimentale I’d been reading and started flipping through the pages.


“Because Flaubert’s already dead.”

“You don’t read books by living people?”

“Living authors don’t have any merit.”

“Why’s that?” “Dead authors, as a rule, seem more trusting than live ones.” I said this as I was watching the rebroadcast of Route 66 on the portable television in the middle of the counter.

The Rat thought about my answer for a minute. “Hey, how about living authors? Aren’t they usually trusting?”

“How should I put this…I haven’t really thought about it like that. When they’re chased into a corner, they might become that way. Probably less trusting.” J came over and set two cold beers in front of us.

“And if they can’t trust?” “They fall asleep clutching their pillows.” The Rat shook his head, looking upset. “It’s strange, I’ll give you that. Me, I have no idea.”


I’ll tell you about the third girl I slept with. It’s really difficult to talk about dead people, but it’s even harder to talk about dead young women. It’s because from the time they die, they’ll be young forever. On the other hand, for us, the survivors, every year, every month, every day, we get older. Sometimes, I feel like I can feel myself aging from one hour to the next. It’s a terrible thing, but that’s reality.

Posted: March 6th, 2012
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Cat’s cradle by Kurt Vonnegut

first K.V. novel ever!

I think I got most it.

I think that’s enough said about it.

Posted: March 4th, 2012
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