When prompted to illustrate his friend, Ernest Hemingway comments that the esteemed poet, Ezra Pound “liked the words of his friends,” a trait which he found “beautiful as loyalty but [was] disastrous as judgment” (57). Hemingway’s disparagement, here, is not unusual, but rather a common complaint he holds against a number of his modernist peers in his memoir, A Moveable Feast. In describing his short-lived friendship with self-proclaimed genius Gertrude Stein, for instance, Hemingway maintains …
