Read "Prelude."

My inspiration to read this story came while reading "Evan Shipman at the Lilas" in "A Moveable Feast." In the story, Hemingway says, "... before we had ever come to Paris, I had been told Katherine Mansfield was a good short-story writer, even a great short story writer, but trying to read her after Chekov was like hearing the careful artificial tales of a young old-maid compared to those of an articulate and knowing physician who was a good and simple writer. Mansfield was like near-bear. It was better to drink water. But Chekov was not water except for clarity."

I read "Prelude" to prove to myself that Hemingway was wrong and simply egotistical in his assessment. Alas, I was wrong.