On the Ruination of Friendships

Writing about Hemingway and Fitzgerald, and how it’s the little things that ruin a friendship.

Whenever I would think of these two men who had been my friends, I would find myself growing fascinated at the way little details, little vanities, little slights, shape all our relationships. It is these little things, not clashes over great principles, that turn people against each other.

From That Summer in Paris, by Moreley Callaghan (published 1963).

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On Reviewing Books

Morley Callaghan met Ernest Hemingway while Hemingway was working as a reporter for the Toronto Star in 1920. (Hemingway later referred to that city as a “fistulating asshole.”) A few years later, Callaghan wrote to Hemingway in Paris and informed him that he was writing book reviews for the Star. Hemingway, who felt that writers should not be in the business of reviewing the work of other writers, replied with the following warning (as paraphrased by Callaghan):

Avoid reviewing books. It is alright to talk about a writer if you had to, but always remember that you can’t run with the hares and hunt with the hounds.

From That Summer in Paris, by Morley Callaghan (published 1963).

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Callaghan on Gertrude Stein

Morley Callaghan, on Gertrude Stein:

I no longer had any curiosity about the grand lady. If Scott (Fitzgerald) was interested in Miss Stein, he could have her. For my part, she had written one good book, Three Lives. Having waded through The Making of Americans, and those stories of hers like “As a Wife as a Cow: A Love Story,” I had done a little brooding over her. Abstract prose was nonsense. The shrewd lady had found a trick, just as the naughty Dadaists had once found a trick. The plain truth was, as I saw it, Gertrude Stein had nothing whatever to say.

From That Summer in Paris, by Morley Callaghan, published 1963.

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Lady Duff

Jimmy, the bartender at the Falstaff in Paris, describing what Lady Duff, the inspiration for Lady Brett in Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises, was really like:

You won’t tell Hemingway, will you? No? Well, she was one of those horsey English girls with her hair cut short and the English manner. Hemingway thought she had class. He used to go dancing with her over on the Right Bank. I could never see what he saw in her.

From That Summer in Paris, by Morely Callaghan (published 1963).

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