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Hemingway and I: So Different and Yet So … Different

There are some obvious ways in which Hemingway and I differ:

He was male; I’m female

He’s dead; I’m alive

He was one of the greatest writers who ever lived; I’m a writer.

But then there are some not-so-obvious ways in which we differ, too, and I discovered those while reading The Paris Wife by Paula McClain last week (which I loved). For those of you who haven’t read it, it’s told from the POV of Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley Richardson. Kristan Hoffman wrote two posts that will make you want to read it. But I don’t want to discuss the book. I want to discuss Hemingway and all the ways we differ.

I lived in Paris during my late teens/early 20s, and I read A Moveable Feast, Hemingway’s autobiography about his years there, during that time. The only scene I remember from A Moveable Feast was one in which Hemingway discreetly bends over while sitting on a park bench to break the neck of a pigeon, so he can take it home for his wife to cook for dinner. They were that poor.

But A Paris Wife paints a very different picture. Although McClain acknowledges that the Hemingways lived a modest lifestyle in comparison to some of their wealthy friends, like Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, that modest income was comparable to about $40,000 in today’s dollars, which went a LONG way in France in 1925, when one dollar could buy 22 francs, and their cleaning woman, Marie Cocotte, charged 2 francs per hour. That means for $.09/hour, or $1.17 in today’s dollars, Marie Cocotte not only did their dishes and prepared their meals every morning but came back most afternoons to prepare their dinners as well.

When Bumby, the Hemingways’ first child, was born, Marie Cocotte frequently took care of him, often staying late into the night and sometimes spending weeks at a time with him in Paris, in the South of France or in Brittany while the Hemingways were off skiing in the Alps or watching the fiesta in Pamplona. I can’t help but think how much writing I could get done if I, too, had a cleaning woman/nanny taking care of my children and cooking me gourmet French meals for $1.17 an hour. Sure, I’d have to put up with cold showers, a lack of heat, and stinky squat toilets down the hall from my tiny apartment. It would be a lot like the trip I took to India in the 90s, only without the giardia and other intestinal parasites that left me writhing in pain every week or two. But wouldn’t it be worth it to finally write that Pulitzer Prize-winning novel? (If only the Pulitzer board were still giving out prizes for novels.) To finally win that Nobel prize?

Now that Europe is more expensive than the United States, I’m thinking Honduras might be the place, or Bali. We could start a new ex-pat generation without all the absinthe and bullfights. A few smoothies, a little yoga, and I’m sure plenty of drama would ensue. Who’s in? I’ll meet you on the beach at sunset, where I’ll be working on my next novel: The Sun Also Sets.

17 comments to Hemingway and I: So Different and Yet So … Different

  • treacycolbert

    Hi, Meghan, This post made me laugh. I enjoyed The Paris Wife, too, but mostly because it reinforced my position that Hemingway was loathsome. I also hold the unpopular opinion that his writing is inferior. Give me Flannery O'Connor any day. I did the ex-pat thing in Paris, too, but I WAS Marie Cocotte, earning my pittance, a few francs a week and une Carte Orange, by caring for spoiled children, scrubbing the hubcabs of Mme.'s Mercedes, and ironing vast stacks of her party frocks, si ca ne vous ennui pas, as she used to say when assigning me the day's menial tasks. Thanks for writing — I always enjoy your updates. Best, Treacy Colbert

    • meghancward

      Ha – I like Hemingway, but man, Hadley needed to learn to stand up for herself. Maybe it wouldn't have helped, but when she let Pauline come to the South of France with them, I wanted to hit her over the head. I do love Flannery O'Connor, though.

      And too funny that you were Marie Cocotte! We have a babysitter, but she makes a lot of money and doesn't cook or wash hub caps. Just does art projects and take the kids to the park. I'm thinking I should quit writing and be my kids' nanny. I'd make more money 🙂

  • lindseycrittenden

    Love this, Meghan. Would love to read more by you about your reading & your life in Paris. Can't wait for that memoir!

    • meghancward

      Lindsey, every week I mean to write more about Paris and about modeling and about teaching my kids French, etc. but the weeks go by so fast. I'll keep trying, though!

  • Kristan

    Thanks for the link love!

    And lol, yeah, their idea of poor didn't strike me as so terrible… I'd LOVE to be an ex-pat somewhere. I think SE Asia is kind of the place right now, b/c it's gorgeous and affordable. But I don't think Andy would enjoy it as much as I would.

    The Pulitzer snipe had me laughing, as did the last line. Glad you enjoyed the book! 🙂

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  • Costa Rica's the place.

    Hasn't everyone who wanted to be a writer wanted to live in Paris like Hemingway? The trouble is, it's the Paris of the twenties that I dream of — Sylvia Beach and James Joyce and Scott Fitzgerald and Gertrude Stein — that whole Moveable Feast milieu. Alas, that died a long time ago.

    • meghancward

      So true, Steven. I wonder if there's a place in the world like that now – full of amazing writers (Iowa? :). Costa Rica is wonderful, but I'm not sure it's the cheapest country to live. Fantastic surfing, though. I'd go back any day.

  • mainecharacter

    Never knew that about Hemingway. Reminds me of Thoreau, who they said used to walk home at times for dinner before going back to his cabin.

    And this expatriate would head north to Canada or Iceland, but you're always welcome to visit. 🙂

    • meghancward

      Sorry, mainecharacter, I'll be at the beach 🙂 My book club chose A Moveable Feast next, so I'll get Hemingway's side of the story soon and report back.

  • meghancward

    Wonderful post by Treacy Colbert about her time spent in Paris as an au paire:

  • Jane Moore

    Excellente — does a good life always depend on having poor people of a lower class wait on you? Unfortunately it seems it does.

    • Hi Jane – I don’t think that people working for other people necessarily have to be from a lower class, though. I worked as an attendant for a disabled woman on weekends while I was working as a newspaper reporter 9-5 M-W because I wanted to make extra money, and our current babysitter makes more per hour than I did at either of those jobs. I think oftentimes college students or people who just want to make extra money take up jobs as babysitters, attendants, etc. But it’s true, many of them are from a lower class, and I guess I was in that lower class, too, as a journalist. I’ve also done a lot of tutoring for people who are much wealthier than I am. But yes, unless you have help from family, like people did in the old days, it’s difficult to lead anything less than a crazy life while taking care of little kids and trying to work and write. There’s always daycare, but is that a better solution than hiring someone to take care of your kids? Is daycare less elitist? I guess it is.

      • Jane Moore

        Meghan.  You make a good point.  Class does not necessarily mean you'll be or won't be providing services to others.  But I think most of the time its class as money goes with class. A person needs money to hire the people.  Also, as part of our concept of class, we only respect certain kinds of work, and will only pay premiums for the work we respect.  Not only is serving others not considered worthy of respect, working with children, even if you are a parent, isn't considered being worth any money.  The Hemingways were acting as most people in their class would.  

  • aditi raychoudhury

    i love this post- its SO funny (and telling) – what is it about success and jerks (a lot of REALLY amazingly talented and successful people I know (of) are also jerks – .. WHY??????

    • meghancward

      I think you have to be really selfish to shut out your family and friends and all their wants/needs to just focus on your art.

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