Robert is a writer. Most of the time his thoughts will grace the pages in the form of poetry, but occasionally some short pieces of fiction will show their faces. His work mainly touches on experiences that shape who he is today and are emotionally engaging but easily accessible to those not familiar with much poetry.
When Robert isn’t writing for himself, he’s writing to help others. In his blog, A Life Among The Pages, Robert posts numerous book reviews, interviews, and other book related posts to help out fellow writers in any way he can.
How qualified is Robert for all of this? Well, he holds an A.A. in Humanities and a B.A. in Creative Writing. Basically it boils down to him having a lot of downtime living at home. At least he has a cute puppy to keep him company while he’s busily at work writing his first collection of poems.
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To be honest, re-reading books isn’t a common occurrence for me. I used to have a mindset of “I’ve read this book before, why would I need to read it again.” I had a stronger attitude of this toward movies, though. It all changed after I re-read one book in particular. That book was Ernest Hemingway’s A Moveable Feast. There aren’t many that I’ve read again, even after this one, but I have picked this book up twice since I first read it back in high school.
A Moveable Feast is a memoir about Hemingway’s time in Paris. When I was in high school I have an even more limited world view than the one I have now. Luckily today I have the internet to help expand my knowledge and interaction with the world outside of my country. But at the time, this book helped shape how I see traveling. Even on a small budget, Hemingway’s life in Paris intrigued me and I could picture myself sitting in a café most of the day writing in a notebook. At that point in my life I was doing the same thing, but it was in my school cafeteria and I was scribbling down the poems of a 15 year old reclusive boy. I wasn’t penning the great novels Ernest was in his memoir.
About a year or two later I picked up the book again. It was my favorite book at the time and I started recommending it to other people. I wanted to relive what made me enjoy it so much. Another two years later I took my copy off the shelf and read it again. To be honest I can’t tell you too many particulars of the book. My memory isn’t that great, though I think I can help fix that by re-reading it AGAIN, and reviewing it this time. Reviews have improved my memory of books, luckily. Even without being able to tell you a great scene from the book there are things I can assure you helped make this book a welcomed read.
As I mentioned earlier, the book made me want to sit down in a sidewalk café on a Paris street sipping coffee and scribbling in a notebook. I wanted to meet other authors of the Lost Generation, and meet Gertrude Stein (the woman often credited for naming that generation). Hemingway struggled to get by with his writing, but to me it seemed like a romantic way to live. This could be due to a number of things for me. Other people might not have taken the book in that way, but for my young mind and with hopes of breaking out of a small town, it was all I could ever want in life.
If I were to pick this book up right now I know I’d be brought back to a time in my life that was filled with wonder and dreams. That’s what a great book should do, in my opinion. I think I might just go dig it out of my stacks now. I want to marvel at the “simpler times.”