Hemingway's classic memoir of Paris in the twenties with moving, and sometimes caustic, portraits of friends like Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein along with fascinating reflections on his own development as a young writer. This posthumous volume was compiled from old manuscripts found at the Ritz Hotel in Paris and is, according to some critics, more fiction than fact. Hemingway, in his preface, writes: 'If the reader prefers, this book may be regarded as fiction.'