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will extend over several pages, and stylistically shifts gear, sometimes mid sentence, between a kind of almost traditional yarn spinning story telling mode and rambling inner monologues on the idea of the self and society and almost anything, where metaphors and similes crash one upon the other in waves and spurts ejaculation after ejaculation and there is an orgasmic variety of exultation to these moments which does become overwhelming I mean, an orgasm that goes on too long can become painful I admit to preferring the periods of this book that were in thetraditional mode, and sometimes had to will myself to stop beginning to scan through theheavily internalised moments, but there s also a sense that these moments are meant to wash over you, that the thrusts of Miller s narrative hips can also rock you to sleep as much as fuck you.Nobody understood what I was writing about or why I wrote that way I was so lucid that they said I was daffy.The Miller of the I of this story is facing a kind of existential dilemma, a process of self discovering, but not in a very typical manner Late in the novel, Miller uses a metaphor to describe his process as going from skating to swimming to being a stone The self , as learned by product of otherness something we are taught to be is regarded with great suspicion and like of living, or vitality This is the skating along the surface, something he used to do as a child to get by Coming to some sort of realization of this allows one to swim, to be in it and of it But, finally, in a Zen like nirvanic construction, the self becomes free from its exteriors and knowledge of itself The stone, a motif Camus early work also plays with He Roy Hamilton Macgregor was appealing to the germ of the self, to the being that would eventually outgrow the naked personality, the synthetic individuality, and leave me truly alone and solitary.Some interesting and heavily counter intuitive and Dadaist developments occur through this To be selfish in the ordinary sense is to be overly concerned with others, since it is to others that you bring yourself to be selfed, for example An ethics begin to form around the individual as singular biological event that is in itself an ethic, at least, that s what it demands by not demanding anything To be fixed in a reality which permits the thought that nothing is fixed Living isimportant than life.It s a challenging proclamation in our times maybe evenso than his own This kind of dehumanising humanising project that Miller proclaims isimportant than saving lives or eating It is the opposite of Polonius in Hamlet , which is the kind of standard product we are brought up with, where we are given an exhaustive list of dos and don ts that change with the tides of the Twittersphere, and end it all with a rounding to thine own self be true This is the spell that is put upon you, that must be broken It s all these details that bewilder this Miller, and all the rest of us in ourlucid moments, I suppose, and part of the expression of this bewilderment is in the substance, and part in the style Far from being nihilistic, and at least influenced to some degree by Nietzsche and Dostoevsky, there is a great celebration of what it is to be completely real and in the moment of human life To say Yes To not desire other than through your immediate need and craving Miller makes it clear in his denouement that his essential concern is not to do with eternity or God or justice, but that it s human vitality, and the capacity of man to express that vitality.what a man does is of no great importance, it s what he is that counts.There is only an imaginary line between the Tropics, that is, how we name them, how we make them be It is tempting to think otherwise, because we can imagine how the world would still circle the sun in the same way if we ceased to be here drawing our lines all over the place to track such things, but the tracks are our tracks And Miller is not reductive of this, in the end When he is despairing of his urban landscape at one point, he suddenly realises that the landscape is just as human as he is The lamp post he was staring dismally at isnot a thing of iron it is a creation of the human mind It is a human lamp post.Optimism and delight in the most ordinary aspects of man stripped down to his core is the end point, and a kind of acceptance of the idea of humanity in all its frailties You can even says Yes and No at the same time just dothan is expected of you. Tell me, Mr Henry, what s this It is painful, your Tropic of Capricorn, and it is an original that speaks to you, a real one, one with horns on the forehead and a fishtail that smells of the sea, one that connects Paraguay to Botswana by the grace of pi 3.14 and rough geography So let me tell you, Henry, your yellowed postcard tropic, it s not worth a trip And again, with a yellowed postcard, we d travel at least a little But there we get pissed off, Henry, with your fifteen page metaphors almost as imitable as a Ginsberg cancer, your inner self that smells of the withdrawn like all the inner self You re so muchinteresting, Henry, when you talk about real life, when you tell your first fucked up loves like the first loves and the others, when you tell your father thunderous and wobbly, when you gobble the world interlope that you begging for a job, and begging yourself for something to eat drink live kissing, but fucking Henry, what the hell do you get annoying when you play my two underground, with endless litany on it is not clear what else The fact remains that you lay down damn fucking sentences, my Henry, like this one I had a wonderful sexual dream that ended with the guillotine , and sentences to make his stoicism to Father Seneca swallow No one suspects that there may be a sense in just sitting on yours No one could have sleptdeeply than me in the midst of this nightmare to make the Dalai Lama vomit his Buddhism But it is better, infinitely better while waiting for death, to live in a state of grace and natural wonder Infinitely better, as life progresses to the perfection of death, be only a bit of space that breathes, an expanse of green, a corner of freshness, a small lake of pure water It is also better to welcome men in silence, to wrap them in the folds of his cloak, for there is no answer to them as long as they rush like madmen to see what is on the other side of the turn and to make Bukowski savour his glass of lemonade Wherever I went, I was fomenting discord not because I was serving an ideal, but because I looked like a projector that brutally illuminates the stupidities and futilities of the world What a pity, Henry, that you stray so often into an indigestible soup of vaporous monologues like an evening in the homes of devoid of good bottles Well, since you still have a knack for shooting beautiful sentences and you fucked Marilyn Monroe, I m not going to be too harsh What s going on Is that Arthur Did Arthur fuck her Sorry Henry, sorry, I confuse you all the time. What does it take to become a writer First of all a person must find one s true self And the process of searching can be very cynical And true selves can be very different.Everything that happens, when it has significance, is in the nature of a contradiction Until the one for whom this is written came along I imagined that somewhere outside, in life, as they say, lay the solutions to all things I thought, when I came upon her, that I was seizing hold of life, seizing hold of something which I could bite into Instead I lost hold of life completely I reached out for something to attach myself to and I found nothing But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for myself.The narration comes as a rave of a cynical lunatic And this madman abides in the hallucinatory world of his own making I was walking again in Dreamland and a man was walking above me on a tightrope and above him a man was sitting in an aeroplane spelling letters of smoke in the sky The woman hanging on my arm was pregnant and in six or seven years the thing she was carrying inside her would be able to read the letters in the sky and he or she or it would know that it was a cigarette and later would smoke the cigarette, perhaps a package a day.And the narration comes as an obscene prayer to the goddess Astarte Capricorn is a lascivious goat after all And tropic is a gateway to the hottest and wettest equatorial zone My eyes are useless, for they render back only the image of the known My whole body must become a constant beam of light, moving with an ever greater rapidity, never arrested, never looking back, never dwindling The city grows like a cancer I must grow like a sun The city eats deeper and deeper into the red it is an insatiable white louse which must die eventually of inanition I am going to starve the white louse which is eating me up I am going to die as a city in order to become again a man Therefore I close my ears, my eyes, my mouth.Henry Miller is grotesquely farcical and cynically truthful These days truth is rare merchandise because it brings angst and anxiety but it is a merchandise any authentic writer must deal in. Everything I ever said about Henry Miller is NOT true I was a senseless child when I read The Tropic of Cancer and I thought he was a machist and so on and you know what I want to read the freaking Tropic of Cancer again And now I sole it so I have to buy it again damn youuuuuuu But I had the book in Portuguese though and I want to read it in English, so it was not so bad after all Anyway, it was one of the happy moments of 2014 recognizing that Henry Miller is an intelligent, sensitive human being and that I want to readfrom him There was so many beautiful sentences in this book and brilliant thoughts and ways of living your life It was very introspective for me I am normally a fast reader but this book took me 3 weeks or something and it was only because it was so dense and profound for most of the time loved it really really loved it Thanks for your insights Mister Miller It doesn t feel so bad any to think of yourself as kind of alienated and for wantingout of life and for not fitting into boxes I think the quotes I added from this book speak for themselves. Prolix Hyperbolics by an Existentialist Sexaholic on His Manhattan Frolics Sex In America, an obsession In other parts of the world, a fact. Marlene Dietrich Mainly, I read this to broaden my horizons and experience first hand the text underlying the fuss that was made over Henry Miller when his two Tropic novels were finally published in the U.S in 1961 Tropic of Capricorn, a semi autobiographical prequel to Tropic of Cancer set in 1930s Paris , though published a few years after, is set mostly in Manhattan of the 1920s It s not chronological rather, it skips around to revisit Miller s hetero development and sexual high jinks in the Big Apple, including his sexual relationship with his 30 year old piano teacher when he was 15, and a blunt description of nearly every other first encounter with a very diverse legion of women The world of men and women are making merry in the cemetery grounds They are having sexual intercourse, God bless them, and I am alone in the Land of Fuck. Call this brusque erotica with a literary bent, a pre Crash lascivious bash, merit worthy filth for those of that ilk, or prickly porn for cunning linguists Your choice I could take it or leave it For one thing, it s too damned wordy Another, I hate the c word for female genitalia and Miller peppers this book with it.Horizon expanded by maybe half a foot Do NOT read the below hidden quote if you are sensitive to vulgar language view spoilerThis is all a figurative way of speaking about what is unmentionable What is unmentionable is pure fuck and pure cunt it must be mentioned only in deluxe editions, otherwise the world will fall apart What holds the world together, as I have learned from bitter experience, is sexual intercourse But fuck, the real thing, cunt, the real thing, seems to contain some unidentified element which is fardangerous than nitroglycerinehide spoiler Although this novel less famous than tropic of Cancer for example 8,174 ratings, 309 reviews against 26,082 ratings, 1,465 reviews in goodreads But it s the better one.When i read Tropic of Cancer i were prepared to all the beauty in it, I read it many years ago translated into Arabic, read many articles about it, But with Tropic of Capricorn as i thought that Miller is a one work artist it was like an aesthetic shock Again the beautiful language, again the charming prose, I m ready now to read Miller s writing about anything even an advertising catalog.As in Tropic of cancer Miller talking about a lot of nonsense matters, But it is always how you talk about something not the thing itself that makes the great literature and art.Some of the most amazing parts which delighted me are The employees of the telegraph company that he wrote his worst work about them The beautiful description of a day in his life kronski s expecting him to be a great writer, And here i must express my admiration of Miller s believe in himself All events related to Curley His description of the real friendship when talking about Roy Hamilton How Dostoyevsky and Bergson s book Creative Evolution effect his life How his friend lend him money with love and lecture.So why i didn t give it the 5 stars, because sometime Miller seems to lost the concept which he discuss and only remain the beautiful language which isn t a small element but not every thing. I read the first few chaptersit was boring.then I skipped chapters hoping he would getinteresting..he didn t.kept goingit was still boringtowards the endhe is pathetically sentimental, self indulgent and boringI think it is because he was mooching off his wife while trying to shag someone else s wives in order to mooch off them tooand too much mooching off the labours of women while being an annoying left bank Parisian bum, made him go cunt, cunt, cunt a lotbut it did not make him an interesting writer with a plot or indeed a man whose rant an intelligent thinking, post modern woman could standgiven his misogyny and his endless rants.without a plot.Like Bukowski, rather Bukowski copied himhe tried to give the impression of being good in bed and all that.but uses too many words and in short, I consider this genre of writing EARLY Dick lit However if you randomly pick out a phrase or two he had very interesting way of using the english language fusing it with Americanism But not enough synergy to make this pulp of a Dick lit interesting.Oh henrya freaking socialist croissant commie cliche zzzzat least you were not a puritan protestant prudeI suppose we should we grateful for thatbut lets call a spade a spade.he giggolo ed himself.so his socialism came into good use Those were the days, when simple not so well travelled women got impressed by some guy who got his book banned in Turkey big whoppie just by using the word cunt in modern times mediocre writers have to at least get a Fatwahsomething that the wimpy croissant munching Henry probably wouldn t be able to handle.it would require commitement and conviction that he prided himself on not possessing an ounce of Zzzz lol. All throughout this book I was thinking about one thing when was Cancer and when was Capricorn written The first one was published in 1934, and the second in 1938 Four years made this huge progression Miller really evolved as a writer, he becameconcentrated and maybe a bit humbler He is still unconventional, but although he s a mad man I even felt sorry for him, which I think he would hate the most , I ve found so much mellowness, wisdom and truth in his words that I found myself having goose skin He still has neurotic shifts and he writes about so many people, but in the beginning he described as a hypothesis, what would happen if he wrote thousands of stories Would they collapse, would they kill each other, would a reader die suffocating in overwhelming ness He s passionate Inconsiderate, definitely his wife was having a second abortion while he was screwing his secretary who borrowed them money for the hospital But, maybe I like this bookthan Tropic of Cancer because he instead of talking about actual physical sex, sorrowness and how high he is, he writes about retrospection, perception and introspection of his own life and people around him Yes, sometimes too much gibberish psycho philosophical rambling, but at least he was honest And inspiring in this inner struggles and rawness I mean, he s trying to be this ultimate brute, and he is, oh definitely don t underestimate him, but when he shows his soft spots, empathy and sensibility, man, then you re in trouble, because then he really shines out But I guess that s that diabolic thing about someone s intelligence and emotions actions More you understand yourself,you are prone to go deeper with yourself And heavy self evaluating analysis are always bordering with the dark side This topic is endless. This was the first Henry Miller book I ever read, and until I read The Rosy Crucifixion, I considered it his best Most readers and critics seem to focus on the sexual aspects of Miller s work, or else the profanity, or that his work was autobiographical, and they tend to say that his work isn t relevant to a 21st Century audience I disagree while his language might besuited to an audience from an earlier time, and his cynicism and sexual explicitness might put readers off personally, I think his sex scenes were poorly written and the least important aspect of his work , his ideas, especially concerning his life as an artist, arerelevant and illuminating than anything the publishing industry has vomited out in the last twenty years.
Henry Miller sought to reestablish the freedom to live without the conventional restraints of civilization His books are potpourris of sexual description, quasi philosophical speculation, reflection on literature and society, surrealistic imaginings, and autobiographical incident After living in Paris in the 1930s, he returned to the United States and settled in Big Sur, California Miller s
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