I read Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast in 1987. I enjoyed it but the thing I remember best about the book is the ending. He gives a brief 3rd person account of his affair with Pauline Pfeiffer, his second wife, and his feelings associated with it. “You lie and hate it and it destroys you and every day is more dangerous, but you live day to day as in a war.”
I didn’t realize until recently that Hemingway started writing the book in 1957 and finished it in the fall of 1960. A Moveable Feast covers the years 1921 to 1926 in Paris. Thirty-plus years after the start of his affair, he writes, “All things truly wicked start from innocence.”
Less than a year before his death he relieves the sense of loss at the betrayal of his first marriage. “I wish I had died before I’d ever loved anyone but her.”
Hemingway’s honesty in writing of this period in his life is profound. Thirty years after the affair his reflection brought regret. How sad that in spite of his success and experiences his betrayal of his first marriage stayed with him for the rest of his life.
Sometimes I wonder if we realize that the consequences of our decisions reverberate within us forever.