Chasing Hemingway in Paris

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Chasing Hemingway in Paris

Flanner & Hemingway working as war correspondents, the Liberation of Paris [Public domain], via Wikimedia

Doing the research for my novel, The Pilot; Fighter Planes and Paris, I embarked on a night-time quest in the City of Light to visit some of Ernest Hemingway’s old haunts, those he frequented during the 1920s, the Lost Generation era. Ernie’s image and thoughts would figure prominently in the book and I needed to absorb the ambiance and the alcohol he adored to strike the right tone in my descriptions of his parts of Paris.

I began my journey at the Shakespeare and Company bookstore (37 Rue de la Bûcherie, 5th Arr. across the Seine from Notre Dame) to see if they stocked my first book. This isn’t the original location of Sylvia Beach’s legendary store, but who cares, literary tradition is portable. They didn’t stock War for the Hell of It. For a moment, I contemplated secretly slipping my own copy on a back shelf; easy to do in the labyrinthine, cluttered shop. They would reap 100% of the price when someone bought it and I could boast of my book being sold there. But, I had an unfamiliar onslaught of good judgment and I abandoned the reverse shoplifting marketing plan.

Next stop, an enchanting walk away, was the bistro Les Deux Magots (6 Place Saint-Germain des Prés, 6th Arr) in the Quartier Latin, where I nursed a café crème as Papa often did and waited for James Joyce to show. He didn’t. Pas de problème. Joyce was probably out inventing innovative words to put in his books. I wondered how Hemingway ever got any writing done in there with all the tourists chattering away. Maybe it was different back then.

Les Deux Magots, photo by Roboppy

A longer walk took me to another legendary bistro, La Closerie des Lilas (171 Blvd du Montparnasse, 6th Arr.) on the edge of Montparnasse. An Armagnac at the bar was the obvious historic choice that night. As I sipped, I was appalled to find no Hemingway memorabilia in view. Strange, considering The Sun Also Rises is rumored to have been partially written there. At the least they could have displayed a small portrait of Hem or mounted a stuffed Marlin on the wall. I pondered the shocking absence of homage. For Americans, Papa is an icon, a literary lion, but for the French, he was just another expat writing novels, like me. Well, sort of. When I pushed away from the bar, a tiny brass plaque caught my eye. It read, “Reservée à E. Hemingway.” I was occupying Hemingway’s place at the bar! Now, that was more like it. I felt inspired to write some bad Hemingway, a genre at which I excel.

Ed Cobleigh, former fighter pilot

A taxi ride to La Rive Droite deposited me in front of Harry’s New York Bar (5 Rue Daunou, 2nd Arr), a side-street watering hole that looked as if it hadn’t been remodeled since Hemingway was last in. My libation of choice this time was a French 75, the concoction supposedly invented by Franco-American WWI flying ace Raul Lufbery during the Great War and named after a lethal anti-aircraft gun. There is some doubt as to Lufbery’s skill with a cocktail shaker, but when fact and legend conflict, print the legend. While Harry’s New York Bar and the French 75 were achingly authentic, I found the joint to be too much like, well, New York. With visions of dog-fighting Fokker Triplanes and Sopwith Camels swirling in my brain, I decided to end my night’s pilgrimage at the Hemingway Bar in l’Hôtel Ritz on Place Vendome (15 Place Vendome, 1st Arr). Ernie wrote about personally liberating the bar at the Ritz in 1944 to make the world safe for drinking among civilized company and to rescue his trunk stashed in the basement containing the raw material for A Moveable Feast.

Bar Hemingway, ©Ritz

At the Ritz, the Mâitre’ D barred my way in. I addressed him sternly in my best “Foreign Correspondent” voice, “Vous avez permis à Monsieur Hemingway d’entrer. Il était plus perturbateur que moi.” You let Hemmingway in. He was far rowdier than I am.

The reply came back punctuated by a classic Gallic shrug, “Ah oui, mais Monsieur Hemingway, contraitement à vous, il savait bien s’habiller.” Ah yes, but Mr. Hemmingway, unlike yourself, knew how to dress properly.

The Pilot by Ed Cobleigh

Shot down in fashion flames, I sulked off into the night sad but satisfied I had gathered enough material to bring a chapter to vivid life in the new book. Did I capture Hemingway’s Paris exactly? No, but I lived enough of it to depict my fictional fighter pilot protagonist roaming the city on his own pilgrimage to understand Papa when not engaging the Bad Guys in air combat.

The Hemingway Bar at the Ritz closed for remodeling shortly after I was thrown out. By all accounts, it was a true and honest and brave bar where a man could score a stiff drink and perhaps encounter a beautiful woman. A strong woman who would help him drink and love and live and die like a man, which aren’t the same things.

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Lead photo credit : Flanner and Hemingway working as War correspondents for the Liberation of Paris, See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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Ed Cobleigh has been a fighter pilot with the U.S. Air Force, U.S. Navy, Royal Air Force, and French Air Force. After his flying career, he was an Air Intelligence Officer, working with the CIA, FBI, and MI6. He has visited 50 countries and France 50 times. Now Ed and his wife Heidi live in California's wine country. His first book, War for the Hell of It, was an Amazon bestseller and his latest, The Pilot: Fighter Planes and Paris, is set in the City of Light. He is currently at work on a creative non-fiction biography of Roland Garros.


  • Michael Adubato
    2020-08-28 08:33:57
    Michael Adubato
    Nice article. This is something that many of us Hemingway fans have done, those of us lucky enough to have traveled to Paris (I live about 2 and a bit hours away in Belgium, working for NATO). Your book set in Paris sounds interesting. I'll jump on, unless you sell them another way. I know that amazon gives the writer next to nothing for his efforts. All the best!!


  • BertAllan
    2019-08-23 10:04:31
    We attempted to visit the Hemingway Bar in the Ritz last September. I found the place to be so arrogant and pompous just from peering in the door, I didn't bother to enter. Everyone in suit and tie. Seemed to be two staff to every patron. Plus my family couldn't join me because my son was only 13 (6 feetl/182cm tall). If Hemingway walked in bodies would be flying out the door!


  • Geoffrey
    2019-08-22 14:58:08
    Mr. Cobleigh, I applaud your air service and your admiration of Hemingway, who was best friends with my uncle, the painter Waldo Peirce, and traveled a lot with him, including to Pamplona. He declared my uncle to be the "Hemingway" of painters, which was taken in jest by my uncle. First of all, he was never, ever called "Hem" or "Ernie" by close friends; although maybe by wannabe suckups, whom he abhorred. Second, his name is spelled with only one "m". He and my uncle were some of the true heroes of WW One - they both drove ambulances and witnessed the most horrible of horrors. They were true men, like you as a pilot, and couldn't abide poseurs.


  • Ed Cobleigh
    2017-12-30 17:34:24
    Ed Cobleigh
    Susan Thanks for the kind words, I hope you find the time to read the book. You will recognize all of the venues. Amitées, Ed


  • Ed Cobleigh
    2017-12-30 17:31:57
    Ed Cobleigh
    Michele, I'm afraid the dress standards in Paris have slipped in the 20+ years since this journey of mine. Now, even the French Officers Club admits sneakers. Back then, blue jeans and a leather flying jacket didn't hack it. Maybe it was the fearsome patches. I hope you find the time to read the book, you'll recognize many venues. Amitées Ed


  • Michele Kurlander
    2017-09-21 11:57:40
    Michele Kurlander
    What the Hell were you wearing? I recently went from his old Mouffetard neighborhood where I normally hang, to place Vendome one afternoon for my first bliss on ever at the ( now reopened) Ritz and my casual pants and t shirt and sandals were perfectly bienvenues.


  • Cathy Fiorello
    2017-09-21 11:39:12
    Cathy Fiorello
    Dear Ed Cobleigh, A while back you were kind enough to send me a copy of "The Pilot," having learned of me through the pages of Bonjour Paris. Absorbed in finishing my new book, I added it to the stack that would be my reward when I was free to read again. The time has come! I, too, walked the Hemingway trail on my first visit to Paris, sitting at his cafes, spending hours at Shakespeare and Company getting my fill of literary lore while my husband was getting his fill at bars waiting my return. Thank you for bringing me back to the Paris I love. And good luck with your new book!


  • Susan
    2017-09-21 11:00:43
    I live in Paris and was enjoying a little article about Hemingway's haunts, then I read the last paragraph which gave me such a great laugh. That was a genius article ending.