Tropic of Cancer

Tropic of Cancer

Henry Miller2015
Shocking, banned and the subject of obscenity trials, Henry Miller's first novel Tropic of Cancer is one of the most scandalous and influential books of the twentieth century Tropic of Cancer redefined the novel. Set in Paris in the 1930s, it features a starving American writer who lives a bohemian life among prostitutes, pimps, and artists. Banned in the US and the UK for more than thirty years because it was considered pornographic, Tropic of Cancer continued to be distributed in France and smuggled into other countries. When it was first published in the US in 1961, it led to more than 60 obscenity trials until a historic ruling by the Supreme Court defined it as a work of literature. Long hailed as a truly liberating book, daring and uncompromising, Tropic of Cancer is a cornerstone of modern literature that asks us to reconsider everything we know about art, freedom, and morality. 'At last an unprintable book that is fit to read' Ezra Pound 'A momentous event in the history of modern writing' Samuel Beckett 'The book that forever changed the way American literature would be written' Erica Jong Henry Miller (1891-1980) is one of the most important American writers of the 20th century. His best-known novels include Tropic of Cancer (1934), Tropic of Capricorn (1939), and the Rosy Crucifixion trilogy (Sexus, 1949, Plexus, 1953, and Nexus, 1959), all published in France and banned in the US and the UK until 1964. He is widely recognised as an irreverent, risk-taking writer who redefined the novel and made the link between the European avant-garde and the American Beat generation.
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Clay Carey@clayclay
4 stars
Apr 28, 2024

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

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Laura Mauler@blueskygreenstrees
1 star
Dec 25, 2023

I don't like stream of consciousness books.

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Jeremy Boyd@jboydsplit
5 stars
Mar 4, 2022

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...

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Ada @adaa799
4 stars
Jan 3, 2022

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.

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Marielle de Geest@Marielle
3 stars
Aug 1, 2021

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

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Simona@unereveuse
4 stars
Aug 29, 2023
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Andrea McGuffey@missmarple
2.5 stars
Dec 17, 2022
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Adam Scharf@beethoven89
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Aug 19, 2022
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Pat G.@badsleeper
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Jul 4, 2022
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Jim Hagan@aranyalma
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Mar 3, 2024
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Clara Olausson@clara1
3 stars
Feb 25, 2024
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Jan 8, 2024
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Dec 28, 2023
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Dec 18, 2023
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Dec 10, 2023
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3 stars
Nov 24, 2023
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Stanley Wood@stanleywood
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Aug 30, 2023
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Daniel Gynn@danielgynn
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Feb 4, 2023

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ноа@arsicnoa

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.