That, ahem, would be “Tropic of Cancer.”
A book, first published in France in 1934, that wasn’t published in Miller’s own country until 1961. Could you imagine? Not being able to buy your own book in your own country for almost 30 years? Not cool. Stupid Puritans.
No matter how you describe it, Tropic of Cancer is as powerful and vital as ever. For those not in the know, the book describes Miller’s wild and heady times as an ex-pat writer in 1930s-France, and ingeniously blends confessional writing with fiction, metaphysical insights, and stream-of-consciousness expositions. It’s pretty saucy too. Henry, you devil!
It also contorts our perception of what a book should be. The narrative arc, well, it doesn’t exist. Rather than go from Point A to Point B, it goes from Point A to point…Pluto. And in that sense, it was strikingly post-modern and bad-ass.
So, this is it, kids. The Big One. And we’re stoked to now be able to sell it online on the Henry Miller Library Store.
But don’t take our word for it. Samuel Beckett hailed it as “a momentous event in the history of modern writing.” No small feat!