I read this on some windless days on a beach in the Caribbean. A book about an old man and a fish doesn't sound like a first pick but I guarantee this seemingly humble plot takes you on a mini adventure. Excellent book, incredible writing.
I love Hemingway more than I love my Mom, and The Garden of Eden hasn't done anything to change that.
I would warn any Hemingway virgins though that this novel is just a bit odd. It's not shit like Across the River and Into the Trees, but just a bit odd.
I'd start out with The Old Man and the Sea, then move on to For Whom the Bell Tolls/Farewell to Arms/The Sun Also Rises, and maybe then give this one a whirl.
Mark my words though, it WILL make you wish you were travelling down the south-west coast of France into Spain during the 20s more than any other book in the world.
'If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.'
This book is Hemingway at his most beautiful: a memoir of his expatriate days in Paris in the twenties that features fellow expats Pound, Ford, Eliot, Lewis and Joyce. Perhaps most interesting for the curious way that Hemingway blurs the distinctions between memory, fiction and autobiography.
A perfectly presented book on love and the mysterious of war. Hemingway completes the formula with language barriers, cultural differences, and hidden secrets of each of his characters. He paints the quickness and folly of love during war, especially through the changing of seasons.
This was the first book I read where I felt something in me ache completely. I know it is odd, but I remember throwing this book away from me because the perfectly painted image in my head brought to me through Hemingway's words.