Presents the author's memories of his life as an unknown writer living in Paris in the 1920s. Looking back at his younger self, and at the other writers who shared Paris with him - like James Joyce, Wyndham Lewis, Ezra Pound and Gertrude Stein - this title recalls the time when, poor, happy and writing in cafes, he discovered his vocation.

'I remember seeing the lion looking yellow and heavy-headed and enormous against a scrubby-looking tree in a patch of orchard bush and P. O. M. kneeling to shoot him. Then there was the short-barrelled explosion of the Mannlicher and the lion was going to the left on a run, a strange, heavy-shouldered, foot-swinging cat run. I hit him with the Springfield and he went down...' Returning to his love of the African continent and its wildlife, Hemingway captures brilliantly the thrill and excitement of the hunt