Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller: Vibrant, sexy, terrible and free

Miller’s writing is filled with bursting possibility, even in its moments of despondency

Henry Miller

Henry Miller

The Henry Miller who wrote Tropic of Cancer was one mad bastard. Mad, and perhaps brave, or perhaps so totally without inhibiting hope, that he actually managed to do that magical, wildly-sought-after thing: put down on the page the immediacy, energy, seediness and glorious beauty of life lived in the body, daily.

(Maybe he was just delirious with hunger, which would appear highly possible, based on how often he mentions being ravenous in the book.)

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