Today we’d like to post a nifty review of “Tropic of Capricorn” from our pal Dan, who is precariously flitting around in the Henry Miller Library’s ever-increasing orbit of influence, all “Space Oddity”-style.
So, why do I love Sexus and, more importantly, why should you be reading it? Written ten years after the release of his most celebrated, Tropic of Cancer, Sexus is more than just a look back, it’s serves as an influence for young artists. When Henry struggles, we struggle.
It’s understandable that detesters of the author would pan the novel for it’s objectification of women, even I had my moments, but there is something inherently wonderful in Miller’s writing that surpasses the dismal perversity of Bukowski and underlying misogyny of Hemingway.