Paris in the twenties: Pernod, parties and expatriate Americans, loose-living on money from home. Jake is wildly in love with Brett Ashley, aristocratic and irresistibly beautiful, but with an abandoned, sensuous nature that she cannot change.
When the couple drifts to Spain to the dazzle of the fiesta and the heady atmosphere of the bullfight, their affair is strained by new passions, new jealousies, and Jake must finally learn that he will never possess the woman he loves.
Hemingway’s writing is superb, pared to the bone however this paints a vivid picture of his life/friends/actions. Unfortunately, most of these are completely unsympathetic to the extent of being irritating. I longed to tell some of the characters to have a look at reality, get outside themselves and take part in the real world. There is an in-built arrogance in most of them which seems to allow them to view everything from a position apart, nothing really matters. I just could not really get into this