We all know that Ernest Hemingway was a complicated guy.

So much has been written about Papa's genius and failings that there's not much new for me to offer.

And here I will join the chorus, as well, being yet another to say A Moveable Feast is a remarkable autobiography.

Written later in life and published after his death, the memoir recounts Hemingway's time in Paris in the 1920s -- when he was married to his first wife and before he found success with The Sun Also Rises.

And while a Moveable Feast captures a story of a struggling artist on the rise, it is also a valentine to Paris; an account of hustle, determination and perseverance; and a front row seat to encounters with A-listers from the Roaring 20s, including Gertrude Stein, John Dos Passos, and Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald.

Hemingway's writing is as trenchant as ever - so much so you can imagine yourself lounging inside a Parisian apartment with new acquaintances or walking alone through mist-filled European streets.

And while the names, and the songs, and the stylings were different 100 years ago, the book leaves you with a feeling that not much has changed.

My favorite scene -- or at least the most resonant -- involves a show of brotherhood, when Hemingway goes out of his way to calm Fitzgerald down after one of his storied fights with Zelda.

Without divulging too much, it is a personal, powerful moment between two friends.

But to paraphrase our culture editor Laura LaVelle: what type of friend discloses such a personal moment to the world?

Good point, but, as we all know, Hemingway was a complicated guy.

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Book cover - A Moveable Feast: The Restored Edition, Scribner