“When you’re a Jet/You’re a Jet all the way /From your first cigarette /To your last dyin’ day.” (West Side Story)

This is a loooong post – strap in people, and bring Kendal mint cake.


These days I don’t generally socialise as part of a group (unless it’s a work do, an experience that Dante forgot to include in his descriptions of the circles of hell) but in the last week I’ve been out with two sets of friends, which was a lovely change. For this reason, in this post I thought I’d look  at writers who have famously been part of a group.

Firstly, A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway, which was published after his death and recalls his time as a young man in Paris during the interwar period, part of une generation perdue, or lost generation:

“’’That’s what you are. That’s what you all are,’ Miss Stein said. ‘All of you young people who served in the war. You are a lost generation.’

‘Really?’ I said.

‘You are,’ she insisted. ‘You have no respect for anything. You drink yourselves to death…’”

Miss Stein is of course Gertrude Stein, and her literary salon attracts some of the greatest writers of the generation: F Scott Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound, Ford Maddox Ford (a less than flattering portrait), Hilaire Belloc, James Joyce… it really is astonishing that these minds were all in the same place at the same time.

Montmartre in 1925

Montmartre in 1925

Image from here.

I can’t tell you how much I want to dislike Hemingway. He was macho, into bloodsports, treated women appallingly… but his writing just takes my breath away.  A Moveable Feast gives some insight into his craft; his drive to write what is true and to distil his writing into the sparse style he became so famous for:

“Since I had started to break down all my writing and get rid of all facility and try to make instead of describe, writing had been wonderful to do. But it was very difficult, and I did not know how I would ever write anything as long as a novel. It often took me a full morning of work to write a paragraph.”

He is filled with the arrogance and uncertainty of youth, completely committed to his craft:

“I’ve seen you beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and pencil.”

 “I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, ‘Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence you know.’”


While he is sitting in cafes trying to write one true sentence, the young Hemingway comes into contact with various writers also trying to perfect their craft, including one of my favourite poets, Ezra Pound:

“Ezra was kinder and more Christian about people than I was. His own writing, when he would hit it right, was so perfect, and he was so sincere in his mistakes and so enamoured of his errors, and so kind to people, that I always thought of him as a sort of saint. He was also irascible, but so perhaps have been many saints.”

I just don’t understand how a person unfailingly described by all who knew him as being so generous, supportive and kind could also be such a massive fascist. It does make me feel a bit better about liking his poetry though. He also provides many of the episodes of comic relief in A Moveable Feast:

“I had heard complaining all my life. I found I could go on writing and that it was no worse than other noises, certainly better than Ezra learning to play the bassoon.”

Hemingway and his first wife were poverty-stricken in this period, and one of the places that offers succour is the now-famous English language bookshop Shakespeare and Company under the auspices of Sylvia Beach:

“On a cold windswept street, this was a warm, cheerful place with a big stove in winter , tables and shelves of books, new books in the window, and photographs on the wall of famous writers both dead and living.”

From within this perfect bookshop, Sylvia lends Hemingway and Hadley money and books, and helps create the man who would write this about F Scott Fitzgerald:


“His talent was as natural as the pattern that was made by the dust on a butterfly’s wings. At one time he understood it no more than the butterfly did and he did not know when it was brushed or marred. Later he became conscious of his damaged wings and of their construction and he learned to think and he could not fly any more because the love of flight was gone and he could only remember when it had been effortless.”

If that passage doesn’t want to make you weep at the tragic beauty of it all, then I don’t know if we can be friends.  Damn you Hemingway, you’ve made me love you just like all those other women who should have kept well away.  Thank goodness we didn’t meet when you looked like this:


Or things could have got messy. (Seriously, who looks like that in a passport photo? I look like I’m out on day-release in mine).

Woody Allen explored the attraction of this group of writers in Midnight in Paris. I liked the film, but even a friend who loathed it admitted Corey Stoll did a great job as Hemingway:

“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, not the moonlight, nor right and wrong, nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”

Secondly, The Wise Virgins by Leonard Woolf, who was part of the Bloomsbury group, and in his second (final) novel portrays his wife, Virginia.  He is also in the privileged position of being one of the few male authors published by Persephone Books, and their lovely edition of this novel includes an endpaper print by Vanessa Bell, Virginia’s sister.

Virginia and Leonard Woolf

Virginia and Leonard Woolf

Image from here

Harry Davis moves with his family into the stultifying suburban society of Richstead (Richmond/Hampstead) where he is introduced to the Garlands and their four daughters, who do nothing all day because that is all they are expected to do:

 “Harry felt the dull sense of depression creeping over him again. ‘It’s so bad,’ he said, ‘to be comfortable. That’s why you want to go on forever in the same place.’

‘But I like being comfortable,’ said Ethel decisively. ‘I don’t think it’s bad at all.’

Harry remained silent; he couldn’t think of anything more to say. Gwen watched his rather heavy face. She could not make him out; she was not sure whether she liked him or hated him at first sight. He seemed to be exceedingly ill-mannered, she thought.”

Harry is an artist, and wants so much more.  He meets the intellectual, free-thinking Camilla (seen as representing Virginia) and falls in love.  While I think reading the novel for biographical ‘clues’ misses the point and would prevent enjoying the novel fully, it’s not difficult to imagine Virginia agreeing with some of Camilla’s sentiments:

“’There’s so much from marriage from which I recoil. It seems to shut women up and out. I won’t be tied by the pettiness and the conventionalities of life. There must be some way out. One must live one’s own life’”

The difficulty is, most of the characters are too vacuous, lazy and pretentious to tread their own path. They’re not terrible people, but the Bloomsbury set seem to sit around all day trying to be clever, while the suburban set obsess over flowers. Apparently some found Camilla-as-Virginia offensive, but if that was what Woolf was doing, Leonard-as-Harry fares little better, too weak to ever seize the life he imagines, lacking the courage of his own convictions:

“He turned over, and lay flat, burying his face in the grass. Harry felt as if he himself were turning into stone. He just managed to say:

‘You think her absolutely cold?’

‘She’s a woman and a virgin: isn’t that enough?…What they want is to be desired – that’s all. And when they get that from some poor devil with a straight back and a clean face, they think they are in love with him, and he marries, to be disappointed.”

If all this sounds terribly tedious, it isn’t.  Woolf satirises early twentieth-century society and shows how it denies sexuality and oppresses men and women, but especially women.  It could be a bleak novel – none of the characters really know what they want or how to break free – but I think we’re not meant to take them as seriously as they take themselves. While it’s not a broad comedic novel, The Wise Virgins has plenty of humour in it:

“This gentleman was undoubtedly a clergyman; his red nose and the causes of it had made it difficult for him to be a minister of Christ for any long time in one place…his life had its advantages, he used to affirm in his more secular moments, because he never had to write a new sermon; one congregation after another listened to the same four which had escaped the wear and tear of wandering with their author up and down England.”

The Wise Virgins is about a denial of desires both individual and collective, and how damaging it can be. The Bloomsbury group in real-life were much more sexually liberated, and while I’m not sure the result was damage-limitation, it did result in some beautiful art:

Vanessa Bell painted by Duncan Grant

Vanessa Bell painted by Duncan Grant

Image from here

You made it to the end of this post! Thanks for reading, and here is your reward:

32 thoughts on ““When you’re a Jet/You’re a Jet all the way /From your first cigarette /To your last dyin’ day.” (West Side Story)

  1. I *so* agree about “The Moveable Feast” – I feel I should dislike Hemingway intensely (and I hate his love of bullfighting) but this was *such* a good book (and I puzzle about Ezra too). I haven’t yet read the copy of “The Wise Virgins” which has been sitting on my shelf for at least 30 years, but now you’ve made me want to!

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  2. Okay, so this is probably my favourite of your posts. Because (and not limited to): “While he is sitting in cafes trying to write one true sentence, the young Hemingway…” AND “…so generous, supportive and kind could also be such a massive fascist…” AND “Seriously, who looks like that in a passport photo? I look like I’m out on day-release in mine…” AND “They’re not terrible people, but the Bloomsbury set seem to sit around all day trying to be clever, while the suburban set obsess over flowers…”

    Thanks for the laughs and for the excellent examination of groups. And that passport photo…

    Like you, my mind explodes thinking of all that talent hanging out together. I loved Midnight in Paris but more recently, loved Vanessa and Her Sister by Priya Parmar (you probably should add it to your TBR list – here’s my review of it: https://booksaremyfavouriteandbest.wordpress.com/2015/02/17/vanessa-and-her-sister-by-priya-parmar/ )

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  3. Aside from The Old Man and the Sea, A Moveable Feast is the only long Hemingway work I can read without gagging. His description of Fitzgerald, though beautiful prose, leaves out how miserably he treated a friend who had helped him (though F. had also been mad jealous of his success). I too love the Twenties, and the Paris expats have always fascinated me, but Hemingway’s adolescent certainties, anti-Semitism, misogyny, and selfishness make him the least attractive of that crowd to me, despite his literary gifts and influence.

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    • I agree, there’s much about him that’s repugnant. I do love his writing style though. I’m a bit conflicted about this in general – I’m never sure if I want to know anything at all about artists who create things I admire. I used to deliberately avoid researching the lives of authors etc – these days I’m still a bit reluctant but I do look into biographies a bit more. Luckily I’m a huge fan of Shakespeare and there’s practically nothing known about him!


  4. I often wonder about famous writers who were friends socially, and how far into the realms of ‘normal’ friendship it went. If Hemmingway had a sofa to go to the dump, or needed someone to feed his cat, would he have asked Fitzgerald? Did Kingsley Amis ever water Philip Larkin’s plants? And I agree with your comment above, finding out too much about these people can be disappointing. How I wish great writers could all be as nice as June Whitfield.

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  5. Thank you for the reward – awww! So delicious! 😀

    I avoided Hemingway for years because of his reputation but finally succumbed last year and read The Sun Also Rises. Mixed feelings about it – can’t say I enjoyed the process of reading it greatly, but it has left indelible images in my mind, and oddly, much though I hate bullfighting, I found all the stuff about the rituals of the bullring completely fascinating. I must make time to read more of his stuff. Great post!

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    • Glad you enjoyed your reward – you earned it 🙂

      I must admit I’ve never been brave enough for The Sun Also Rises – I can’t bear bloodsports. You’ve tempted me though, because I’m interested in ritual, so maybe I’ll brace myself and give it a go…

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  6. Brilliant post – thanks for sharing your literary ‘nights out’… two I’ve wanted to read and just never got round to… even picked up A Moveable Feast off the shelf a few times in last two weeks yet still didn’t settle to read it… obviously, by this cracking review I really must! And I’ll be popping The Wise Virgins on the Santa List 😀

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  7. What a brilliant post. I so know what you mean about wanting to hate Hemingway, and now you’ve got me imagining what life would have been like on Stellar Street, Paris, and oh, how I do love Shakespeare and Co. And kittens. And hedgehogs – Squeeeee! 🙂

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