
Tropic of Cancer
Reviews

Cunt didn’t bother me but casual usage of the word diddle??????

I don't like stream of consciousness books.

Got to page 262 of my Modern Library copy only to discover that page 263 was really page 233, and they had just reprinted 30 of the same pages up to about 293, and yet I have a feeling I didn't miss all too much...

This book was not meant to be read - it was meant to be lived or acted out as a superfluous poem on a theater stage. Resembles an interpretive dance of surrealism that is absolutely hypnotizing. At times, it felt slightly repetitive: but nonetheless was a wonderful literary piece.

2.5 stars - problematic parts aside this was a fairly boring book with occasional strokes of genius. Guess you had to be there.



















Highlights

It seems wherever I go there is drama. People are like lice - they get under your skin and bury themselves there. You scratch and scratch until the blood comes, but you can't get permanently deloused. Everywhere I go people are making a mess of their lives. Everyone has his private tragedy. It's in the blood now - misfortune, ennui, grief, suicide. The atmosphere is saturated with disaster, frustration, futility. Scratch and scratch until there's no skin left. However, the effect upon me is exhilarating. Instead of being discouraged, or depressed, I enjoy it. I am crying fo more and more disasters, for bigger calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch himself to death.