My feelings have swung from amazement to irritation and back again. I've been bemused and bored. I've been caught up in curious crowds, and I've loathed the drunken hordes.
I felt as if I were with this family every step of the way, through every day-to-day adventure, every settling-in disaster, as they walked that fine line between fitting in and remaining on the outside.
In these hand-written excerpts and notes, tracking his reading habits in those last few years, I've been given a sudden and surprising connection to my past.
Morley Callaghan's That Summer In Paris, written in 1962, reveals Hemingway's and Fitzgerald's true nature, and offers an insider's view of the events in Paris, in the summer of 1929.