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The Paris Wife

byPaula Mclain

Paperback | November 27, 2012

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An instant national bestseller, this stunningly evocative, beautifully rendered story told in the voice of Ernest Hemingway's first wife, Hadley, has the same power and historical richness that made Loving Frank a bestseller.

No twentieth-century American writer has captured the popular imagination as much as Ernest Hemingway. This novel tells his story from a unique point of view - that of his first wife, Hadley. Through her eyes and voice, we experience Paris of the Lost Generation and meet fascinating characters such as Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, and Gerald and Sara Murphy. The city and its inhabitants provide a vivid backdrop to this engrossing and wrenching story of love and betrayal that is made all the more poignant knowing that, in the end, Hemingway would write of his first wife, "I wish I had died before I loved anyone but her."
PAULA MCLAIN was born in Fresno, CA in 1965. After being abandoned by both parents, she and her two sisters became wards of the California Court System, moving in and out of foster homes for the next 14 years. Eventually, she discovered she could — and wanted to — write. She received her MFA in poetry from the University of Michigan in...
Title:The Paris WifeFormat:PaperbackDimensions:352 pages, 8 × 5.34 × 0.92 inPublished:November 27, 2012Publisher:Doubleday CanadaLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Excellent The Paris Wife is a beautifully written fictional take on Ernest Hemingway’s first marriage. But, it’s written from Hadley’s point of view, as if she were writing it all down herself. It’s an interesting angle to take for this narrative - I liked it. And it’s so well written, I could easily imagine that it really had been written by her. Her emotions are on display, through their first meeting to when Ernest’s affair comes to light. You can feel the betrayal come right off the page. She deserved so much better. Side note - Einstein did the exact same thing to his first wife. Why are these brilliant men so dense when it comes to their personal relationships?! But I digress… McLain appears to have a great talent for world building. I felt like I was there in Paris and Pamplona, along side the Hemingways through their journey. It made me wish I could go and see it myself. There’s a richness to the descriptions of those places, which makes any commentary on North America (and their time there) seem dull and grey by comparison. The only thing that fell short was the pacing - this is a book you can’t rush through (even if you wanted to). But other than that - perfection.
Date published: 2018-10-14
Rated 4 out of 5 by from good! Pretty cute and well written story! Nice historical fiction and ties in a lot of facts about Hemmingway's life that is often not known of
Date published: 2018-07-22
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved! I loved this and felt like I learnt a lot all of the characters real stories. Paula McLain does a beautiful job of writing a historical fiction, staying very true to life.
Date published: 2018-06-27
Rated 3 out of 5 by from filled with heartache and compromise There were times that I was frustrated by Hadley's behaviour and unquestioning acquiescence of what was important to her -ie- her piano playing etc. However, as the novel concluded, the true strength of her character did come through. It seems that she made choices that were not only out of love but also without regret.
Date published: 2018-06-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Incredibly Moving I think it is safe to say that most Hemmingway fans are familiar enough, not only with his work, but with the many women he fancied throughout his life. We've heard so much about his loves, his wives, his mistresses. His fascinating and painful life. We know the end result before any story can tell us an alternative, or perhaps more divulged portions to the alluring life he led. Somehow though, right from Ernest and Hadley's first encounter in Chicago, my heart was rooting for a change to the reality we've all come to know. Paula's writing is always so captivating, but something about the web she weaved with such a delectable cast, and writing so profound that your heart wept as the characters did, and the beat played in your mind as we entered the night scenes. It tore my heart again and again as the pages turned and felt as though every bit of despair, heartache and scorn that Hadley felt for the man she loved, reached out and grasped me from the inside out until the very last page. Pure poetry. Hemmingway himself would've been proud.
Date published: 2018-05-29
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Infornmative A great tread, providing context into Hemingway's life in Paris.
Date published: 2018-02-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from A Different Kind of Love Story We've heard about Hemmingway's mistresses and the stories of him in Paris with F. Scott Fitzgerald during the 1920's The author has done her research on Hemmingway during this time and has brought us to this time through the eyes of his first wife. A great read and a compelling love story.
Date published: 2018-01-18
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Incredibly Complex, Lots of Heartache I was always rooting for Hash. This was a surprisingly emotional read. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-06-13
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Loved it! It was such a neat, complex, page turning story.
Date published: 2017-06-04
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read I really enjoyed reading this book.
Date published: 2017-05-18
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really Enjoyable This is not my usual genre, but I am glad I read it and was happy on how much I enjoyed the story.
Date published: 2017-04-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Couldn't put this down I love all books related to Hemingway and the world he was encompassed within. This book opened my eyes to the love and despair of Hadley and how their love was destined to fail.
Date published: 2017-04-21
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Heartbreak I loved the historical fiction of this novel, how real Hadley's hurting heart was spread across the page and the way the story unfolded. It had the poetry of Hemingway and the relatable heartache of a woman betrayed by the man she loves. #plumreview
Date published: 2017-03-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Enjoyed It I don't usually read these types of novels but I did enjoy the back drop and setting of this novel. It was interesting to learn a little more about Hemingway from this perspective.
Date published: 2017-02-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Amazing. I loved this book. Even though you know from the outset that the relationship between Hadley and Hemingway is doomed to fail, you read on. Its a fascinating story. I was even inspired to try reading Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises" again after reading this book. ( i still don't like his style! ) i just wish there were more photos of Hadley and Hemingway in the book, although you can find more on-line. Definitely check this one out; you won't be disappointed.
Date published: 2017-02-11
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Interesting Interesting to read about life style of writers /dreamers in the 20's
Date published: 2017-02-07
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Decent! I loved the biographical look into a "famous person's" significant other. I loved the time setting of this book, and the author really made the 1920s come alive. There is no doubt that the author is a great writer. Yet, I didn't enjoy this book as much as I thought I would. I found the tone a bit slow sometimes - some intense, emotional moments, were dragged on rather than given an impactful lens. I almost felt like at times, I didn't really want to continue reading, and read for the sake of finishing the book. But I did enjoy the biographical look into the person, and the setting of the book. However, some of my friends low the slow, deep analytical look into her life! (This book did make me dislike Hemingway a bit more as well..)
Date published: 2017-01-27
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Nope Couldn't get into it.... first book i've not finished.... ever.
Date published: 2017-01-27
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Now I Hate Hemingway I wasn't a big fan of his anyway, but this story solidified that dislike. Loved the protagonist.
Date published: 2017-01-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Good book I liked it, I find Paula mimicked Hemingway writing style, but wrote it as If it was Hadley's memoir. It's interesting and beautiful.
Date published: 2016-12-11
Rated 1 out of 5 by from So boring I tried reading this, I wanted to like it but it was so so slow #PlumReview
Date published: 2016-12-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A Fantastic read! If you love the heyday of writers heading to Europe and "living the dream" in the twenties, this is definitely a book for you. Honest, intriguing, captivating, and so vivid - you feel the excitement, depression, loneliness, and uncertainty haunting Hemingway and his first wife. Brilliantly told.
Date published: 2015-11-08
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I loved this book This book will make you feel like you are in 1920's Paris. Fantastic read.
Date published: 2015-04-20

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ONEThe very first thing he does is fix me with those wonderfully brown eyes and say, "It's possible I'm too drunk to judge, but you might have something there."It's October 1920 and jazz is everywhere. I don't know any jazz, so I'm playing Rachmaninoff. I can feel a flush beginning in my cheeks from the hard cider my dear pal Kate Smith has stuffed down me so I'll relax. I'm getting there, second by second. It starts in my fingers, warm and loose, and moves along my nerves, rounding through me. I haven't been drunk in over a year--not since my mother fell seriously ill--and I've missed the way it comes with its own perfect glove of fog, settling snugly and beautifully over my brain. I don't want to think and I don't want to feel, either, unless it's as simple as this beautiful boy's knee inches from mine.The knee is nearly enough on its own, but there's a whole package of a man attached, tall and lean, with a lot of very dark hair and a dimple in his left cheek you could fall into. His friends call him Hemingstein, Oinbones, Bird, Nesto, Wemedge, anything they can dream up on the spot. He calls Kate Stut or Butstein (not very flattering!), and another fellow Little Fever, and yet another Horney or the Great Horned Article. He seems to know everyone, and everyone seems to know the same jokes and stories. They telegraph punch lines back and forth in code, lightning fast and wisecracking. I can't keep up, but I don't mind really. Being near these happy strangers is like a powerful transfusion of good cheer.When Kate wanders over from the vicinity of the kitchen, he points his perfect chin at me and says, "What should we name our new friend?""Hash," Kate says."Hashedad's better," he says. "Hasovitch.""And you're Bird?" I ask."Wem," Kate says."I'm the fellow who thinks someone should be dancing." He smiles with everything he's got, and in very short order, Kate's brother Kenley has kicked the living room carpet to one side and is manning the Victrola. We throw ourselves into it, dancing our way through a stack of records. He's not a natural, but his arms and legs are free in their joints, and I can tell that he likes being in his body. He's not the least shy about moving in on me either. In no time at all our hands are damp and clenched, our cheeks close enough that I can feel the very real heat of him. And that's when he finally tells me his name is Ernest."I'm thinking of giving it away, though. Ernest is so dull, and Hemingway? Who wants a Hemingway?"Probably every girl between here and Michigan Avenue, I think, looking at my feet to keep from blushing. When I look up again, he has his brown eyes locked on me."Well? What do you think? Should I toss it out?""Maybe not just yet. You never know. A name like that could catch on, and where would you be if you'd ditched it?""Good point. I'll take it under consideration."A slow number starts, and without asking, he reaches for my waist and scoops me toward his body, which is even better up close. His chest is solid and so are his arms. I rest my hands on them lightly as he backs me around the room, past Kenley cranking the Victrola with glee, past Kate giving us a long, curious look. I close my eyes and lean into Ernest, smelling bourbon and soap, tobacco and damp cotton--and everything about this moment is so sharp and lovely, I do something completely out of character and just let myself have it.TWOThere's a song from that time by Nora Bayes called "Make Believe," which might have been the most lilting and persuasive treatise on self-delusion I'd ever heard. Nora Bayes was beautiful, and she sang with a trembling voice that told you she knew things about love. When she advised you to throw off all the old pain and worry and heartache and smile--well, you believed she'd done this herself. It wasn't a suggestion but a prescription. The song must have been a favorite of Kenley's, too. He played it three times the night I arrived in Chicago, and each time I felt it speaking directly to me: Make believe you are glad when you're sorry. Sunshine will follow the rain.I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness and death had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty-eight, and yet I'd been living like a spinster on the second floor of my older sister Fonnie's house while she and her husband Roland and their four dear beasts lived downstairs. I hadn't meant for things to stay this way. I assumed I'd get married or find a career like my school friends. They were harried young mothers now, schoolteachers or secretaries or aspiring ad writers, like Kate. Whatever they were, they were living their lives, out there doing it, making their mistakes. Somehow I'd gotten stuck along the way--long before my mother's illness--and I didn't know how to free myself exactly.Sometimes, after playing an hour of passable Chopin, I'd lie down on the carpet in front of the piano and stare at the ceiling, feeling whatever energy I'd had while playing leave my body. It was terrible to feel so empty, as if I were nothing. Why couldn't I be happy? And just what was happiness anyway? Could you fake it, as Nora Bayes insisted? Could you force it like a spring bulb in your kitchen, or rub up against it at a party in Chicago and catch it like a cold?Ernest Hemingway was still very much a stranger to me, but he seemed to do happiness all the way up and through. There wasn't any fear in him that I could see, just intensity and aliveness. His eyes sparked all over everything, all over me as he leaned back on his heel and spun me toward him. He tucked me fast against his chest, his breath warm on my neck and hair."How long have you known Stut?" he asked."We went to grade school together in St. Louis, at Mary Institute. What about you?""You want my whole educational pedigree? It's not much.""No," I laughed. "Tell me about Kate.""That would fill a book, and I'm not sure I'm the fellow to write it." His voice was light, still teasing, but he'd stopped smiling."What do you mean?""Nothing," he said. "The short and sweet part is our families both have summer cottages in Horton Bay. That's Michigan to a southerner like you.""Funny that we both grew up with Kate.""I was ten to her eighteen. Let's just say I was happy to grow up alongside her. With a nice view of the scenery.""You had a crush, in other words.""No, those are the right words," he said, then looked away.I'd obviously touched some kind of nerve in him, and I didn't want to do it again. I liked him smiling and laughing and loose. In fact, my response to him was so powerful that I already knew I would do a lot to keep him happy. I changed the subject fast."Are you from Chicago?""Oak Park. That's right up the street.""For a southerner like me.""Precisely.""Well, you're a bang-up dancer, Oak Park.""You too, St. Louis."The song ended and we parted to catch our breath. I moved to one side of Kenley's long living room while Ernest was quickly swallowed up by admirers--women, naturally. They seemed awfully young and sure of themselves with their bobbed hair and brightly rouged cheeks. I was closer to a Victorian holdout than a flapper. My hair was still long, knotted at the nape of my neck, but it was a good rich auburn color, and though my dress wasn't up to the minute, my figure made up for that, I thought. In fact, I'd been feeling very good about the way I looked the whole time Ernest and I were dancing--he was so appreciative with those eyes!--but now that he was surrounded by vivacious women, my confidence was waning."You seemed awfully friendly with Nesto," Kate said, appearing at my elbow."Maybe. Can I have the rest of that?" I pointed to her drink."It's rather volcanic." She grimaced and passed it over."What is it?" I put my face to the rim of the glass, which was close enough. It smelled like rancid gasoline."Something homemade. Little Fever handed it to me in the kitchen. I'm not sure he didn't cook it up in his shoe."Over against a long row of windows, Ernest began parading back and forth in a dark blue military cape someone had dug up. When he turned, the cape lifted and flared dramatically."That's quite a costume," I said."He's a war hero, didn't he tell you?"I shook my head."I'm sure he'll get to it eventually." Her face didn't give anything away, but her voice had an edge."He told me he used to pine for you.""Really?" There was the tone again. "He's clearly over it now."I didn't know what had come between these two old friends, but whatever it was, it was obviously complicated and well under wraps. I let it drop."I like to think I'm the kind of girl who'll drink anything," I said, "but maybe not from a shoe.""Right. Let's hunt something up." She smiled and flashed her green eyes at me, and became my Kate again, not grim at all, and off we went to get very drunk and very merry.I found myself watching for Ernest the rest of the night, waiting for him to appear and stir things up, but he didn't. He must have slipped away at some point. One by one nearly everyone did, so that by 3:00 a.m. the party had been reduced to dregs, with Little Fever as the tragic centerpiece. He was passed out on the davenport with long dark wool socks stretched over his face and his hat perched on his crossed feet."To bed, to bed," Kate said with a yawn."Is that Shakespeare?""I don't know. Is it?" She hiccuped, and then laughed. "I'm off to my own little hovel now. Will you be all right here?""Of course. Kenley's made up a lovely room for me." I walked her to the door, and as she sidled into her coat, we made a date for lunch the next day."You'll have to tell me all about things at home. We haven't had a moment to talk about your mother. It must have been awful for you, poor creatch.""Talking about it will only make me sad again," I said. "But this is perfect. Thanks for begging me to come.""I worried you wouldn't.""Me too. Fonnie said it was too soon.""Yes, well, she would say that. Your sister can be smart about some things, Hash, but about you, nearly never."I gave her a grateful smile and said good night. Kenley's apartment was warrenlike and full of boarders, but he'd given me a large and very clean room, with a four-poster bed and a bureau. I changed into my nightdress then took down my hair and brushed it, sorting through the highlights of the evening. No matter how much fun I'd had with Kate or how good it was to see her after all these years, I had to admit that number one on my list of memorable events was dancing with Ernest Hemingway. I could still feel his brown eyes and his electric, electrifying energy--but what had his attentions meant? Was he babysitting me, as Kate's old friend? Was he still gone on Kate? Was she in love with him? Would I even see him again?My mind was suddenly such a hive of unanswerable questions that I had to smile at myself. Wasn't this exactly what I had wanted coming to Chicago, something new to think about? I turned to face the mirror over the bureau. Hadley Richardson was still there, with her auburn waves and thin lips and pale round eyes--but there was something new, too, a glimmer of potential. It was just possible the sun was on its way. In the meantime, I would hum Nora Bayes and do my damnedest to make believe.

Editorial Reviews

“McLain creates a compelling, spellbinding portrait of a marriage. . . . Women of all ages and situations will sympathize as they follow this seemingly charmed union to its inevitable demise. Colorful details of the expat life in Jazz Age Paris, combined with the evocative story of the Hemingways’ romance, result in a compelling story that will undoubtedly establish McLain as a writer of substance. Highly recommended for all readers of popular fiction.” — Library Journal “McLain offers a vivid addition to the complex-woman-behind-the-legendary-man genre, bringing Ernest Hemingway and his first wife, Hadley Richardson, to life . . . McLain ably portrays the cultural icons of the 1920s—Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald, and Ezra and Dorothy Pound—and the impact they have on the then unknown Hemingway, casting Hadley as a rock of Gibraltar for a troubled man whose brilliance and talent were charged and compromised by his astounding capacity for alcohol and women . . . The heart of the story—Ernest and Hadley's relationship—gets an honest reckoning, most notably the waves of elation and despair that pull them apart.” — Publishers Weekly"McLain smartly explores Hadley's ambivalence about her role as supportive wife to a budding genius. . . . Women and book groups are going to eat up this novel." — USA Today "A beautiful portrait of being in Paris in the glittering 1920s. . . . McLain's vivid, clear-voiced novel is a conjecture, an act of imaginary autobiography on the part of the author. Yet her biographical and geographical research is so deep, and her empathy for the real Hadley Richardson so forthright (without being intrusively femme partisan), that the account reads as very real indeed."— Entertainment Weekly “ . . . Paula McLain brings Hadley Richardson Hemingway out from the formidable shadow cast by her famous husband. Much more than a “woman-behind-the-man” homage, this beautifully crafted tale is an unsentimental tribute to a woman who acted with grace and strength as her marriage crumbled.” — Booklist “Told in the voice of Ernest Hemingway’s first wife, The Paris Wife, by Paula McLain, is a richly imagined portrait of bohemian 1920s Paris, and of American literature’s original bad boy.” — Town and Country “The closing pages, in particular, are both evocative and moving, taking in the sweep of events over a third of a century and providing a resolution that, if not neat, is wholly in character. A pleasure to read—and a pleasure to see Hadley Richardson presented in a sympathetic light.” — Kirkus “It’s hard to imagine that the world needs another book about Hemingway in the City of Light. (Really, the lost valise again?) Yet here comes Paula McLain’s marvelous new novel, The Paris Wife, which explores those absinthe-soaked days through the eyes of Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley Richardson . . . it is precisely Hadley’s steady moral compass and devotion to her rising-star husband that provides the novel with its heart and, ultimately, its heartbreak . . .” — Marie Claire “Some of us think that a light romance novel or a plot-driven thriller is just what we need for that long lazy summer afternoon, while other’s look for something with more depth and substance.  Finding the perfect balance in one book seems almost impossible, but if you’re looking for a poignant romance that offers both substance and sustenance, I have a book for you. . .” —The Boston Globe“[Ernest Hemingway and Hadley Richardson’s] story is a delightful and tense journey from the highs of love, dependency and ascendancy to a gradual decline of those same qualities and ideals . . . The Paris Wife is a lyrical novel that is beautifully written on every single page. Paula McLain is as talented as the writer and his wife depicted herein. Stunning!” — Historical Novels Review“The novel is marvelous.” —Edmonton Journal “. . . Compelling . . .” —Toronto Sun"The Paris Wife is mesmerizing. Hadley Hemingway's voice, lean and lyrical, kept me in my seat, unable to take my eyes and ears away from these young lovers. Paula McLain is a first-rate writer who creates a world you don't want to leave. I loved this book."— Nancy Horan, bestselling author of Loving Frank