“Will You Still Love Me When I Am No Longer Young and Beautiful?”

 

 

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Considering this will be my last official “lost generation passion post for the course ENG 138T, I HAVE to address the new Gatsby movie. World-wide, twitter, tumblr, and Facebook are ramping up for what is beginning to be called, “The Summer of Gatsby”.

Vogue photo shoots, clothing lines, and men shoes have been styled after this up-and-coming masterpiece. The Great Gatsby is flying off the shelves, and people are devouring the little information that has been leaked on the project.

The trailers that have been released show a modernized version of the book. The vision the trailers create is colorful, bright, and every bit as extravagant and exciting as the contents inside the book. The traditional dress and speech patterns that create a realistic representation of the roaring twenties, but the new soundtrack is composed of music all released in 2013 (Some not officially until the movie comes out in May).

Many are criticizing the modern feel the music gives the film, however still others stand behind the directors choice. Many of the songs have a twenties “feel”, such as will.i.am’s “Ban Gang” and the awesome saxophone in Fergie’s “A little Party Never Killed Nobody”. The dancing beat(and well… yeah some dubstep) only adds to the party scenes, making them seem more realistic and upbeat. It seems an almost ignorant thought, but if you’re so upset about the movie being modernized, there are several excellent renditions from earlier eras.

All in all, the new movie with its upbeat music, bright colors, and collection of unbelievably talented (and attractive..) actors can only be a success. Even if you didn’t like the book, I urge you to see a movie that might benefit from a little bit of hollywood influence.

 

The Leaked Soundtrack

Get Excited!

Get Excited!

 

 

#seriouslythough

#seriouslythough

This girl came in to my job today looking for some clothes for her sorority’s Great Gatsby themed party.  Of course, being me, I was fascinated by the idea and asked her more about it. She explained how her sorority was having a week long themed “AMERICA” and then continued to comment, “I mean.. I guess Gatsby was like American or something?”

Despite her blatant ignorance on the matter, she brings up a good point. Assuming she thought that Gatsby was the writer of the novel (aka Scott Fitzgerald), it is valid to wonder how “American” he and his colleagues of the time were and what exactly makes us American. Although men like Fitzgerald and Hemingway are considered some of America’s best writers(I, like many young teenagers, first read them both in an American Literature course), most of their greatest works were inspired by an entirely different country: France. Many had flown to Europe to join in WWI, and still more flocked to the streets of Paris once peace was reached to seek the inspiration that was promised by the genius work that had come out of the city previously.

Was their strong fascination with Paris a reason for them not to be considered American? Did Hemingway’s service in the Italian army strip him of his loyalties the the U.S., finally resulting in his frequenting Cuba many years later.

Gatsby speaks as an example of America’s finest hour, the roaring twenties. It held strong American principles such as bigger is always better, and a constant level of wanting to return to a greater past. While Gatsby’s level of intensity that accompanied his affections could be seen in Europe, this extravagant wastefulness is something only an American could devise.

Hence, although his location may have begged to differ, Gatsby is inded ” like.. American”. he is just about as American, just about as HUMAN as it gets.

 

Tip of the Iceberg

One of the things that first attracted me to the writings of the Lost Generation was the simplicity that was the driving force behind their writing style. Nothing was flowery, overdone, or unnecessary like styles used in the romantic era. This was based off of something called the iceberg technique, created by Hemingway.

Also referred to as  minimalism, this technique only shows about 10-20% of the story through the actual writing, the rest must be created by the reader. The joy of reading comes from being able to create your own world, and minimalism allows you to do this in the most effective and enchanting way possible. Somehow, although we are given the bare frame work, we see a magnificent piece of architecture.

“My goal is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simpliest way”- Hemingway

The simplicity and realism presented in Hemingway’s writing are what make it truly great writing. It lets us feel exactly how we believe the characters should feel, and where we could see flaws in others writing, we fill in the gap with our own imagination. Simple writing gets the point across cleanly and purely, almost carrying more emotion with less words.

This could be a seven page story, or even a novel, but Hemingway summed up the main concept in FIVE WORDS. Yet it is the ultimate example of quality over quantity. Who was the baby? Who were the parents? How did they feel? How did the baby die? All this seems unimportant, the main point is given: a child is dead, perhaps stillborn.

Hemingway once said, “If a writer knows enough about what he is writing about, he may omit things that he knows. The dignity of movement of an iceberg is due to only one ninth of it being above water”

 

All in all, a good writer will listen to Hemingway’s advice. The reader should be integrated into the creation of the story, and the writer should be able to omit unnecessary “fluff” to enable the reader to create their own journey.

“And you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close, and rain will make the flowers… grow”

 

The Correct reaction To A Farewell to Arms

“I’m afraid of the rain.. because sometimes I see me dead in it”.

Since the dawn of christianity, rain has been used to symbolize renewal and rebirth through a form of natural baptism. Water supports life, and in many songs i embodies growth, life and the return of a joyful spring.

“Even in the darkness every color can be found
And every day of rain brings
water flowing
to things growing in the ground”-Story of a Girl

“Rain, I don’t mind.
Shine, the world looks fine.”-Rain the Beatles

However, Hemingway twists this meaning, relating rain to death and despair, something that was begining to be hinted at in Les Mis’ A little Fall of Rain. Although, in Les Mis even though Eponine is dying this is the happiest moent of her entire life, muddling the two definitions.

The world of Hemingway’s A Farewell to Arms is a realistically depressing one. He states: “The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially.” Each death and source of melancholy is accompanied with a “little fall of rain”. Rain is a source of fear for Catherine, who *spoiler alert!!!* eventually dies in childbirth for a still born baby.

“I don’t know, darling, I’ve always been afraid of the rain.”

“I like it.”

“I like to walk in it. But it’s very hard on loving.”

“I’ll love you always.”

“I’ll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and—what else is there?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’m sleepy.”

“Go to sleep, darling, and I’ll love you no matter how it is.”

“You’re not really afraid of the rain are you?”

“Not when I’m with you.”

“Why are you afraid of it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me.”

“Don’t make me.”

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me.”

“All right. I’m afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it.”

“No.”

“And sometimes I see you dead in it.”

“That’s more likely.”

“No, it’s not darling. Because I can keep you safe. I know I can, But noone can help themselves…It’s all nonsense it’s only nonsense. I’m not afraid of the rain. I’m not afraid of the rain. Oh, Oh God I wish I wasn’t”

She was crying. I comforted her and she stopped crying.But outside it kept on raining”

It rains almost continuosly in the book, with a few scenes that offer a ray of light breaking through the looming storm clouds. While in a traditional sense, ice and new usually symbolizes danger and despair, Hemingway makes yet another role reversal: having snow symbolize hope. Snow surrounds the happy couple in the alps, where all seems safe and far away from the insanity of the outside world, the war, and the rain.

Even though Hemingway makes it painfully obvious from the beginig of the novel that rain symbolizes death (bringing with it deadly diseses such as chlorea), Henry seems to love the rain despite its constant presense surrounding death.

“‘It’s raining hard.’

‘And you’ll always love me, won’t you?’

‘Yes.’

‘And the rain won’t make any difference?’

‘No’

‘That’s good. Because I’m afraid of the rain.’

‘Why?’ I was sleepy. Outside the rain was falling steadily.

‘I don’t know, darling. I’ve always been afraid of the rain.’

‘I like it.’

‘I like to walk in it. But it’s very hard on loving.’

‘I’ll love you always.’

‘I’ll love you in the rain and in the snow and in the hail and – what else is there?’

‘I don’t know. I guess I’m sleepy.’

‘Go to sleep darling, and I’ll love you no matter how it is.’”

Catherine’s perception of the rain is muddled, in her drems she has perfect clarity of its meaning, but while she is awake she sees it as only an obstacle between her beloved Henry and herself. Little does she know, rain bring sthe ultimate thing that would seperate them: death.

“But after I got them to leave and shut the door and turned off the light it wasn’t any good. It was like saying good-bye to a statue. After a while I went out and left the hospital and walked back to the hotel in the rain.”

 

“I have been rich and I have been poor. it is better to be rich” -Gertrude Stein

Gertrude Stein was the mother of the Lost Generation. Every Saturday night, the best and the brightest would show up at her doorstep begging for her approval. An acclaimed art critic, she mentored Picasso, Hemingway, and Scott Fitzgerald. If not for her, many of the great works of the time never would have been completed. For instance, after the Great Gatsby, Fitzgerald felt like his talents had been spent and much like his character longed to return to his past self. However, Gertude insisted he return home immediately and begin writing, resulting in his great novel Tender is the Night.

I compare Gertrude to a mother because as she nurtured its members, she literally created the term “Lost Generation”. While Hemingway swears that she declared his generation lost after the world, holding onto nothing, Gertrude Stein herself sings a different tune.She claims a mechanic had told her this very idea, since they came back from the war knowing nothing their knowledge of simple tasks lost, and she had simply reiterated  No one knows for sure what happened, since what had once been pleasant relation(resulting in Gertrude becoming Bumby’s godmother) turned into a bitter nuclear wasteland.  However, this is how Hemingway lived, and it was only a matter of time before an over emasculated woman clashed heads with him.

Gertrude had always known she was different, but it wasn’t until she entered medical school that she realized her true sexual orientation. She would struggle with her identity for years to come, often embracing gender stereotypes and branding herself more man than woman, which is exemplified by her making her wife chat with the other men’s wives and children while Gertrude and the men had “serious talk”.This of course, led to major issue in WWII, where being the most well known lesbian couple sent the nazis after them, itching to throw them into a camp.

However, Gertrude always stuck true to the things she knew for sure about herself. She published several books, such as Three Lives which was based on her sexual awakening and I am a Rose. She is perhaps most famous for her many quotes, including ” We are always the same age inside”,” There ain’t no answer. There ain’t gonna be any answer. There never has been an answer. That’s the answer”, and “A rose is a rose is a rose” to which Hemingway retorted “A bitch is a bitch is a bitch”. 

She paved the pathway for the Lost Generation’s style of writing, and while she may not be remembered for her own work, she will indeed be remembered for her thoughts, opinions, and actions.

Gertrude Stein

Gatsby? What Gatsby?

 

As I alluded to in my last post, I believe the Great Gatsby has such an impact on people because of its theme of returning to the past. The characters are enchanting because, much like the Gods of Greek mythology, they posses thoughts and desires that are so innately human. While many people may describe its characters as a collective group of annoying, lazy, and rich people with way too much free time, I think it is better to describe them as lost human souls whose actions bring about their own demise. The whole book is this shining beacon toward the truth about our self destruction.

“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.”

“I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library”

 

“I love her and that’s the beginning and the end of everything.”

“And all I kept thinking, over and over was; you can’t live forever, you can’t live forever”

But perhaps the best example can be found in the unforgettable scene where Gatsby is looking off to the unreachable green light that is Daisy. He cannot have her, and something about this knowledge makes him long for her ever more. But how many times have we, or someone we know and love done the same? If we call these characters pathetic, really we’d be calling ourselves pathetic


Fitzgerald sheds light behind that impenetrable mask that most of society tries to hide behind. The world is not perfect and The Great Gatsby is an excellent paradigm of why humans can never be satisfied with what they have. Through the cynical views of the narrator Nick, we can see how the lower class wished it could become one with the fantastical world of the rich and wealthy, even though it is clear their lives are not as perfect as they may seem. Is that pathetic? Is the fact that Daisy doesn’t know whether to choose love or stability pathetic? Even in Nick’s case, wants to be more than he was born to be pathetic?

 

I think they’re beautiful. Everything about the book is absolutely beautiful.  For example the final words of the novel have moved me like nothing before,

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eludes us then, but that’s no matter tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… and one fine morning—-

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back carelessly into the past.”

Fitzgerald shakes the very core of our being, reaches out to our hopes, our dreams and forever crushes them. However, while this may shed a depressing light on The Great Gatsby , I see it as the most brilliant passageway to a whole new  way of life ever created. It challenges the reader to live life without regret, and to succeed where its characters have miserably failed.

So go forth readers, don’t be a Jay Gatsby. Be yourself, and write your own story, but make sure that you are always looking to the future, not the past.

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“That Paris exists and anyone could choose to live anywhere else in the world will always be a mystery to me.”

Let me just begin by saying I hate all Woody Allen films. I can’t stand his comedy, his style, basically just him in general. But considering how obsessed I am with the Lost Generation, I figured I’d give this film a try.

Let me tell you, it was gold. Even if you’re not an uber Lost Generation fan like me, you can’t help but fall in love with the film and the ideas it presents. There has been some time or another where we have all sat down and thought ” I was born in the wrong era”.

That’s exactly what Owen Wilson thinks in this film. An aspiring novelist, he writes screenplays to keep his fiance happy. He has a great life in the present, a beautiful (if not stupid and rude beyond belief) wife, prospects, a big house in Florida,but he dreams of one place: Paris in the 20’s in the rain.

On night he goes out for a walk, and an ancient car transports him back in time to meet his idols, and a few of their friends. The film features cameos from Hemingway, Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald, Dali, Picasso, and many more.Each character is represented perfectly, from Hemingway’s pessimistic and blunt dialouge, to Scott’s fascination with Zelda’s ditzy personality. Night after night he meets with these people, and becomes one of their inner circle.

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It’s strange how Owen Wilson is almost a mirror image of Nick from the Great Gatsby. he seems to fit  in with the crowd, but no matter how much he loves being a part of their world, he will never truly belong. And oh how he loved it, especially after he met Marion.

Picasso’s lover, the flapper,fell in love almost instantly with the young writer. However it seemed more like understanding than love. She too believed she belonged in another time, she thought Paris was in it’s prime in the 1900s.

Owen Wilson tries to get her to see that she’s living in the golden age of Paris, but try as he may when a carriage comes and transports them to the 1900s, he can’t persuade her to return back to the 20s with him. He then makes the grand realization of the movie. The past always has a beckoning glow to it because it’s something different and exciting, but there was no perfect time, there wasn’t even a better time than the present.

The one of the  grand themes of The Great Gatsby is wanting to return to the past, and realizing that you can’t.

“‘You can’t repeat the past….’

“Can’t repeat the past? Why of course you can!'”

Although Owen Wilson has the ability to stay in the twenties and live the life he’s always dreamed of (the superior choice I would have made), he decides to take control of his own life in the present, and sets out carve a new for himself in this brave new world.

So I implore you, watch this film that is really really good, despite it’s director Enjoy the beauty of Paris and the complete and utter confusion that is Salvador Dali.

The chief enemy of creativity is good sense

How many times have you seen a painting in a museum and though ” I could do something much better than that!” Well, I remember learning about Picasso in elementary school. and thinking, seriously. I can draw better than this guy, and I mean can you blame seven year old me?

© 2010 Estate of Pablo Picasso/Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York; used with permission

But it wasn’t until I visited an art museum in Baltimore that I realized that Picasso was actually an amazing artist( go figure!) At the age of nine he completed his first painting:

Doesn’t look so different from the works he’s famous for now huh? But at the age of  15 he completed his first academic painting, shown below.

WOAH WAIT WHAT?! THAT’S TOTALLY DIFFERENT!

The truth is, Picasso had the ability to paint pictures that looked like real life, he simply chose NOT TO. A rebel from the beginning, he believed, ““The world today doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?”..

If you look at his later paintings, they do hold a certain air of childlike wonder. Picasso, in his wisdom, decided that it took a very long time to truly become a child. He saw the world through a different light than the rest of us, He believed that art was the lie that enables us to realize the truth. His paintings were based off his feelings, entering a blue period in his depression and a rose period when he finally once again felt sure of himself. His blue period contained depressing paintings of prostitutes  beggars, and the ill, painted in only cool colors.

For instance, although this painting is simple, it fills you with a sense of depression, of understanding, and moves us in a way a simple photograph never could. But when Picasso was happy, it was clearly evident in his paintings.

The paintings of his rose period were warm and beautiful.This one has a touch of Spanish flair, a taste of his homeland. This painting brings thoughts of a new life, a new hope. It’s shocking to even try to comtemplate that these two paintings have the same creator.

Picasso was an inspired man, he even co-created an entire new form of art called cubism, but what I find so fascinating about him is that no two of his paintings are alike, each is new, fresh, and inspired. Watch him work, it’s mesmerizing.

But wait! You may say. If Picasso is from Spain why is he considered a part of the lost generation? Well basically, he moved to Paris to be inspired by it’s beautiful sites, and a grand cacophony of women.

“- Fernande Olivier (Picasso’s first love, she was 18?; he was 23)
– Marcelle Humbert AKA Eva Gouel (she was 27, Picasso was 31)
– Gaby Lespinasse (he was 34, I don’t know how old Gaby was, but she was young, that’s for sure!)
– Olga Khokhlova (Picasso’s first wife; she was 26 and he was 36 when they met)
– Marie-Thérèse Walter (she was 17, he was 46)
– Dora Maar (she was 29, Picasso was 55)
– Françoise Gilot (she was 21 when she met Picasso, who was 61)
– Geneviève Laporte (one of Picasso’s last lovers. She was in her mid-twenties and a French model of Picasso, who was in his seventies when the affair started)
– Jacqueline Roque (who became Picasso’s second wife. She was 27 and he was 79)”

It really shouldn’t be so shocking, considering he mostly drew women and believed that you had to truly know something before you could create something better than it.

 

In his younger years, he was in Hemingway’s crowd, and frequently asked Getrude Stein for advice on his paintings.They were genius, sensual, superb. Whether that be from his feelings of loneliness, or just pure genius, He was an amazing man, with amazing talents that shall continue to inspire for ages.

 

 

I Didn’t Want to Kiss You Goodbye, I wanted to Kiss You Goodnight.

Hemingway once wrote,”“I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.”

Love was always an unattainable object for dear Hemingway, as it is for so many of us. Scorned by his father and bossed around by his mother, he grasped tightly onto any form of love and self.

Some say he searched for his masculinity by hunting, by drinking,or by writing. But I believe differently. I believe that he searched for it in his scores of women, failing each and every time to find himself in someone else.

He was an unusual man with an astonishing unusual childhood. His mother was unbelievably overbearing, controlling all of the men in the house by any means necessary. Hemingway grew up like most children, cross dressing before he could speak. Oh wait. That isn’t normal is it…?

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Once he realized this was not normal and that he had lost the respect of his father, Hemingway delved into anything and anything that was remotely manly, leading to his involvement in WWI.

There’s a war going on? I’m not even 18 and the United States isn’t involved…. I KNOW! I’ll join the Italian army!

Sound crazy? Well that was what Hemingway was all about, finding trouble and danger wherever he could. As bad ass as being an ambulance driver sounds, he actually did get injured on the Italian front.

He was immediately moved to a hospital, where just as quickly he fell in love for the first of many times.

EH02528P Nurse Agnes von Kurowsky and American Red Cross volunteer, Ernest Hemingway, Milan, Italy, 1918.

Her name was Agnes (sexy I know). She nursed his wounds and his broken heart. Just barely legal, Hemingway begged for her hand in marriage. Although Agnes agreed, she left him for another man as soon as Hemingway was shipped back to America (bitch).

Good riddance I say, because if she hadn’t left him, he would never have met his most iconic wife Hadley Richardson, also known as The Paris Wife. He met her at a party, and instantly fell in love with the woman who was nine years his senior. When she returned home, he wrote her a letter that would ensnare any woman.

“You can make me jealous — and you can hurt most awfully — ’cause my loving you is a chink in the armour of telling the world to go to hell and you can thrust a sword into it at any time. Lord — I thot I was loving you — If I wasnt I never could and never would love any one. Guess I was thinking too much about how I didn’t want you to go — Don’t you believe I love you? … I didn’t want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there’s a lot of difference.”

I bet if you’re a guy,even your heart skipped a beat. Hemingway had no trouble with women, but Hadley fascinated him in a way no woman had- she was the exact opposite of his mother. Since she herself had a controlling mother,  she was shy and moldable- a trait that emasculated Hemingway in a way he was quite unused to. They had a small wedding, and flew to Europe to enhance Hemingway’s writing.

They were unbearable happy, as Hemingway loved to point out in his memoir A Moveable Feast. She gave him room to write, and they escaped their pasts in the bars of Paris. She was the perfect wife, being there when he needed her, provided endless inspiration, and a beautiful son.

But for Hemingway that wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough for him.

He was never one for monogamy, and had an emotional affair with Lady Duff Twysden, who he based Brett off of in The Sun Also Rises. He left Hadley out of the book, and made his injuries from the war the only reason he and lady Duff could not be together. In reality, lady Duff refused to hurt Hadley in such a way. That seemed the end of their marriage troubles, and Hemingway’s other friendships were perfectly innocent. However, as Hemingway said, ‘All things truly wicked must start from an innocence’.

Her name was Pauline Pfeiffer, and she used one of the oldest tricks in the book to snag Hemingway. She became Hadley’s best friend, and moved in with the young couple, and proceeded to have an affair with Hemingway under Hadley’s own roof.

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Hemingway agonized over loving two women, but when the divorce papers were signed, he sent Pauline, ‘All I want is you Pfife and oh dear god I want you so I love you love you love you so – and I’m yours all shot to hell’.

WHAT A DOUCHE. But a manly douche, who managed to snag two older women.

But poor Pauline did’t you know? Once you’ve taken a man’s loyalty he can’t ever get it back.

Hemingway met Martha Gellhorn in a bar. people were begining to compare her novella to his writing, and the two hit it off instantly. Hemingway had a certain fascination with the younger woman, calling her ‘Daughter’ and going by the nickname ‘Papa’.

While still married to Pauline, Hemingway accompanied Martha to Spain to cover the Spanish Civil War. In a way Hemingway had met his match, a woman who was as strong, brave’ and talented as he was. But soon the tides turned for them, as she became too much to handle for the egotistical Ernest. She grew tired of his hero worship and loathing of his mother saying, “He hated his mother, with reason. She was solid hell. A big false lying woman; everything about her was virtuous and untrue. Now I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother … Deep in Ernest, due to his mother, going back to the indestructible first memories of childhood, was mistrust and fear of women. Which he suffered from always, and made women suffer; and which shows in his writing.”

He was threatened by her talent and ambition. He liked being on top, and she never gave him this ability. She wouldn’t even sleep with him. He resented her as he resented his mother and not surprisingly, she left him in the dust.

Pissed beyond belief, he swore off women. Hence, Hemingway’s last and final love was his cat.

They lived happily together, and that’s where the term. “crazy old cat man” came from.

  “One cat just leads to another. . . . The place is so damned big it doesn’t really seem as though there were many cats until you see them all moving like a mass migration at feeding time. . . .”

Ok, that’s a total lie. (Except the quote, the quote is totally real).

He married his final wife less than a year after he divorced Martha, because lord knows it would be impossible for him to be alone for more than 365 days.

He had gotten into a terrible car crash, and a fan of his, Mary Welsh, decided to meet him in the hospital with flowers. The following conversation ensued, instigated by Hemingway:

“ I’ll be back at the Dorch in a day or two, come and see me.”
“ I will.”
“ Thank you for the flowers.”
“ Flowers are good for everybody.”
“ You’re good for me.”
Unbelievably, this conversation started Hemingway’s longest marriage. Mary adored Ernest, and although she herself was a writer, she was always willing to accept second place. She gave him the sense of satisfaction of being the man of the house, and worshiped him the way he needed to be worshiped.
Hemingway always used his wives. Whether it be as a form of gaining back his masculinity, gathering inspiration for his writings,or just providing comfort they were tools for him.
However, He killed himself after receiving two shocks for his diabetes and found that he could not longer write.
In truth, he never found true companionship in his cats, his children, or his wives. To Hemingway, “The was no friend as loyal as a book”. Once he could no longer write them, he saw no reason left to live.
But he lives on. He lives on in his children, his books, and the memories he left behind that will forever leave an impact in our lives whether we wish it or not.

Not All Who Wander are Lost.

I rememeber reading The Scarlet Letter and wondering to myself why the exact way the sunlight hit the trees in midautumn had anything to do with ANYTHING. Yes ok the tree is pretty and it’s cold out side but isn’t there a girl trying to exacpe her husband because she slept with a clergyman?! I mean, can we PLEASE get onto the damn story already?!

   Yeah not so much.

Several months later, we read a book  by an author who had answered my unspoken prayers, Ernest Hemingway. Finally a man that could create a setting and well developed characters without having a single word that seemed unnecessary! His writing wasn’t  flowery, and still he made me sob like a baby.

I was a woman posessed. After I read A Moveable Feast I had to know everything there was to know about him. I found that Heminwayway lived much like he wrote; simply,  masculinly, and very very drunk.

But let me assure you dear readers, this blog won’t be just about Hemingway. It’ll be about different members of the lost generation), and the woman who coined the term, Gertude Stein. Dali, Fitgerald, Hemingway, Picasso, and Kayne West! Ok maybe not Kayne… But I assure you their lives were just as filled with booze, partying, and women. 😉

(har har I’m so funny)

The members of the lost generation were trying to escape themselves after some really not cool things in World War I, and although our lives may not have such drastic injustices,  we face our own crisises. 

They truly lived by the philosophy that if you left where you were from, you left yourself. What made them all flock to paris, I do not know, but I can’t help but admire their drive and determination to escape and begin anew. Where they courageously picked up anythign for a life of European adventure, I could only cowardly follow them in my mind through their stories and memoirs. One day I aspire to live life fully and gloriously as they did, but I am wary of where their paths follow.

Hemingway recounts his times in Paris as , “This is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy” Somehow it’s heartbreakingly sad to read this because once he leaves Paris, he slowly begins to fall apart.

The lost generation has changed my view on life and have made me find hope through their hopelessness. They force you to enjoy the small things in life, because if you’re not having fun then what’s the point in living?

On that note please enjoy this picture of Scott Fitzgerald in drag. (Yes, the guy who wrote The Great Gatsby)

I apologize for the crudeness of this post but hey, as Hemingway says; ” The first draft of anything is shit.”