![]() ![]() “Not a book”, grumbled Justice Michael Musmanno in a 1964 US Supreme Court trial. Why it’s a classic: “ This is not a novel“, Miller proclaims in his opening pages – and for many years, history agreed with him. Miller’s narrative flows loosely between episodes of sex, drunkenness and petty crime, stream-of-consciousness reflections on mortality, disease, the nature of being and the decline of civilisation, and stirringly vivid descriptions of grimy bohemian Paris. What it’s about: A freewheeling, cheerfully pornographic account of American writer Henry Miller’s life among the down-and-outers of 1930s Paris, recounting a nomadic existence of grinding poverty and hunger, a larger-than-life supporting cast of barflies, hustlers, prostitutes and no-hopers, and graphic accounts of loveless, often abusive sex with women. ![]() In which I review Tropic of Cancer, Henry Miller’s 1934 novel about life in the sex-and-boozed drenched squalor of 1930s Paris. ![]()
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