Ernest Hemingway is the stupidest great writer who ever lived, and perhaps the meanest. I reread “A Moveable Feast,” over the weekend because I was in bed with a cold and I needed something that wasn’t mentally challenging. I had not read the book in 40 years. It is a memoir of Hemingway’s life in Paris in the 1920s and it is a mean-spirited book. He writes nasty things about people who thought they were his friends, people who helped… Read More »