I really should have DNF'd this book. Putting aside my personal feelings and value judgments I have for Ernest Hemingway, the tone didn't come across as I would have expected. I really knew nothing of his (first) wife, but I would have expected EH to come across more broody and a mean drunk. Instead, they felt more like: .
These two called each other Tatie for crying out loud, and Hemingway seemed like a bit of a softie at times. Then came the last 25% and he became the ass that I always knew he would be. Also, I would bet a nickel that this author doesn't drink, or not much anyway. She didn't write drunk or hangover very convincingly.