Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

I'm a little embarrassed to admit that this is actually the first Hemingway novel I've read. I found it engaging and extremely readable, with flashes of insight into human relationships and sometimes strikingly spare, realistic dialogue. And as I'm currently trapped in snowy Minnesota, it was thrilling to vicariously visit sun-baked France and Spain.

Also, out of curiosity, did everyone drink that much back then, or was it just Hemingway?