A memoir of Hemingway's time in Paris between 1921 and 1926. It is written as a series of vignettes, with the emphasis on other important English speaking writers who were resident in Paris and their interactions with Hemingway.
The usual and expected Hemingway sparseness is there and it is written with his easy precision. It is really quite a good book, Vividly painting those writers and exploring the writing process. It also has a strong wry sense of humour that is combined with the usual Hemingway sadness.
I find it superior to The Old Man and the Sea, although it is a very different book. Well worth reading and funny and sad.