While I like his sketches of Paris in the 1920's, he wrote them much later, when he was embittered and not kind to people who had been his friends. Sara & Gerald Murphy were devastated when this was published, especially as he had been a kind of uncle to their young children. The first time I read them, I didn't know much about the time or the people, and I read it as non-fiction. But it's a memoir and one that skews many things. Really, I guess I give it 2.5 stars. A good companion book to balance this would be Sara and Gerald.