Equivocality

If I can get good at being bad at things, at least I’ll sleep better.

This is the first Hemmingway I’ve read, and oddly enough the last book he wrote before his death. The preface notes that it concerns the years 1921-1926 in Paris, so I was eager to see how it compares to Tropic of Cancer, which covers the same time and place. Tropic of Cancer is a much […]