Four Roses in Three Acts brightened my whole day. I loved Gertrude Stein “genuising”; I loved Hemingway walking the poodle and Zelda throwing her what-nots around. It’s a sparkling, fresh, exuberant book, and Franklin Mason is a very funny writer.
Four Roses in Three Acts
It is Paris and the Twenties again and Gertrude Stein and Ernest Hemingway are much alive. Hemingway again has four wives but this time all at the same time. But that doesn’t keep him from running off to Pamplona with Miss Stein and running with the bulls. There’s a party at Sara and Gerald Murphy’s that is strangely like one of Gatsby’s. There’s a literary cast of thousands. Some may see it all as a spoof, namely on Hemingway’s own The Torrents of Spring. But all’s well that ends well, or so we hope.
You’d have thought The Torrents of Spring had rendered further parodic visions of the twenties impossible, but you’d have been wrong. Four Roses in Three Acts is both economical and wonderfully sustained.