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free read Tropic of Cancer 106 ô Now hailed as an American classic Tropic of Cancer Henry Miller’s masterpiece was banned as obscene in this country for twenty seven years after its first publication in Paris in 1934 Only a historic court ruling that changed American censorship standards ushering in a new era of freedom and frankness in modern literature perNow hailed as an American classic Tropic of Cancer Henry Miller’s masterpiece was banned as obscene in this country for twenty seven years after its first publication in Paris in 1934 Only a historic court ruling that changed. I got through the first 150 pages before I decided that life is too short to waste time reading books you hate Maybe I'm not smart enough or deep enough to appreciate a book like Tropic of Cancer but for me each page was a tedious struggle The author of the book's introduction boldy asserts that Henry Miller is the greatest living author obviously the edition I read was published prior to Miller's death in 1980 but I found Miller's frenetic meandering style tiresome Don't get me wrong I'm not one to carelessly fling aside any book that doesn't capture my attention in the first 100 pages Once I start a book it's difficult for me to give it up mostly because it makes me feel like a uitter; but I found myself getting angry as I grudgingly plodded through this one I kept thinking Henry for chrissakes give me something ANYTHING to latch onto here That's when I decided it was time to give up Some semblance of a plot might have helped keep my interest piued but I don't think that storytelling was the author's aim The long and short of it is these kinds of books are not my cup of tea

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American censorship standards ushering in a new era of freedom and frankness in modern literature permitted the publication of this first volume of Miller’s famed mixture of memoir and fiction which chronicles with unapologeti. I feel like I have been reading this for a thousand yearsAfter reading Anais Nin's The Delta of Venus some months ago Miller appeared on my radar It seemed only natural to follow up her collection with something of his given their well known relationship Plus Tropic of Cancer Miller's semi autobiographical memoir from his time in Paris was a banned book in the US after its publication in 1934 It wasn't until 30 years later that the Supreme Court deemed it non obscene I love the idea of reading books that the government wants to suppressBut maybe the government had something right after allNot because it's obscene I mean yeah it's pretty bad in parts There's sex none of it particularly erotic though Mainly with whores most of it stomach turning involving some kind of sexually transmitted disease andor bedbugs Miller loved to think of himself as bohemian mooching off friends couch surfing taking odd jobs leaving them bumming meals where he could And then he'd march over to the American Express office to pick up his cheue sent by his wife Charles Bukowski would have NO time for this chump this wannabe And neither do I Thus I was reluctant so lethargic to pick up this book each time First of all his paragraphs made me tired They are so long Once you read one you have this uncanny experience of instant amnesia What did I just read And then a new experience for me of oh well who gives a shit doesn't really matter and on to the next paragraphOnce in a while I would stumble onto something marvellous Something so marvellous it made me angry that Miller wasted his brilliant potential One part in particular which will always remain in my mind and imagination was his description of being in the audience at the symphony It was absolutely perfect and the reason why this is 2 stars not 1 My mind is curiously alert; it's as though my skull had a thousand mirrors inside it My nerves are taut vibrant the notes are like glass balls dancing on a million jets of water I can feel the light curving under the vault of my ribs and my ribs hang there over a hollow nave trembling with reverberationsThis book follows no plot no trajectory It is often sexually graphic It is also by turns blatheringly philosophical It's infested by the trope of the noble nomad the artist who must be covered in feces and lice in order to create something worthwhile Sometimes there is story injected which is a welcome reprieve but beware its blatant misogyny Miller wasn't lying when he stated in the first chapter that his book is a prolonged insult This is dick lit at its worst the biggest crock not cock that suffers from a bad case of ED leaving this reader bored and unsatisfied

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Tropic of CancerC gusto the bawdy adventures of a young expatriate writer his friends and the characters they meet in Paris in the 1930s Tropic of Cancer is now considered as Norman Mailer said one of the ten or twenty great novels of our centu. Considering I often found this virtually unreadable I'm amazed I got to the end reading every word First published in 1934 when undoubtedly it would have been shocking with its relentless lexicon of crude language including every racial slur out there and its insistence on referring to just about every woman as a ct It's a book in which men relentlessly revel in degrading women Miller deploys an Emerson uote in his foreword the gist of which is that new novels ought to take the form of autobiography and record experience truthfully But if this is an unfiltered expose of the male psyche then the male psyche is one ugly place I actually didn't buy the honesty ticket at all A lot of the time it felt like Miller was posturing He failed to get his early novels published and his bitterness and anger seems at virtually all times his source material In fact I found it's only when he isn't feeding his bitterness and cynicism that his writing excels there were some beautiful descriptions of Paris and I especially loved his appraisal of Matisse The rest of the time it often felt like the work of a brilliant mind moored to the emotions of an adolescent boyI recently read one of Anais Nin's journals She was a good friend of Miller's and I found lots of similarities between the two of them first and foremost the posturing the desperation to be taken seriously as artists as if underneath they were riddled with insecurities Like Miller Nin could be brilliant when she came out from behind her pose but ultimately I can't help thinking they were both essentially poseurs But what do I know This made it into the Guardian's top 100 novels I can only imagine the majority of voters were men