![]() ![]() Ernest Hemingway, Morley Callaghan and Gertrude Stein appear as themselves, often unflatteringly, while Man Ray and Peggy Guggenheim are lightly camouflaged, as Narwhal and Sally Marr, respectively. The real world of Parisian intellectuals and its fictional shadow meet in the memoir's pages. ![]() It was a lie, or perhaps jeu d'esprit is a better way of putting it: He actually wrote the book in the 1960s, four decades after the events it describes. He claimed to have written the Memoirs at the age of 22 in 1932, when he'd returned from Paris and lay recovering from tuberculosis in a Montreal hospital bed. Or did we? Perhaps I've created a stage set of my memories. We used to get filthy looks for our laughing fits. ![]() For the next few weeks I annoyed our desk-mates as I screamed choice bits out loud to her, choking with laughter: "Oh my God, listen to this about Kiki of Montparnasse: 'Her face was beautiful from every angle, but I liked it best in full profile, when it had the lineal purity of a stuffed salmon.'" ![]()
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