“Ernest once told me that the word paradise was a Persian word that meant walled garden. I knew then that he understood how necessary the promises we made to each other were to our happiness.
You couldn’t have real freedom unless you knew where the walls were and tended to them. We could lean on the walls because they existed; they existed because we leaned on them.”
― Paula McLain, The Paris Wife
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
I thought this was a very moving tale of the life and death of a marriage. The story holds its own and when you add the historical significance of the characters it becomes even more potent. Hadley Richardson dreamed of a“marriage could be done gracefully and well” and Hemingway got along with “living their lives and making their mistakes”.
The Paris Wife is filled with wonderful phrases like “jolly and drunk as fishes” and “beautifully blurred” reminding you that during the 20’s it was fashionable and artistic to be a stinking drunk. One can only imagine that it is this “lost generation” behaving badly in Paris that made the French hate the Americans so.