I’ve had this audiobook on the go for a while, finally got around to finishing it off. When I get involved in an audiobook I end up with a big backlog of podcasts to listen to, with this one though I only listened to it when my podcasts were up to date. I’m not really sure what was wrong with it, maybe it was just the wrong way to absorb the book. I just didn’t enjoy it that much though I can’t really put my finger on why.

It’s narrated by Ernest Hemingway’s first wife, Hadley, they lived in Paris during the 1920s. I don’t know much about Hemingway but that didn’t seem like a good reason not to read the book, either beforehand or now. I like discovering new things in books, but this rather put me off and I got annoyed by the walk on cast of famous writers/artists who appear rather than interested in them. I think it would have been better if it had been the story of an anonymous couple in a way - the author has to lay down from the beginning that the marriage doesn’t last - something someone more familiar with the real life events than me would know. This foreshadowing didn’t work for me, I’d rather have watched the cracks appear without knowing that it ended badly.

Just a case of wrong story, wrong time I think.