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It's life and life only...A breathtaking work., 15. Mai 1998
I know of no other writer who makes words truly live like Henry Miller does. "Cancer" is his best (although the neglected "Colossus of Maroussi" runs a close second), full of enthusiasm, rampant lust-driven adventures, a man living though it rain crocodiles, a visionary portrait of a person determined to live in this cracked and dying earth that will drag you down and suffocate you if you let it. Living has nothing to do with money. It has nothing to do with prestige, nothing to do with a career, with laws or codes or good sense. It has everything to do with sex, with art and inspiration, with creativity and the fire at our heels, the hunger that gnaws us from the inside out. My friends and I had a joke: "What happened in the bidet?" "Read the book!" Unfortunately I think they only knew because I told them. I carried this book around, and his others, for months, enraptured, exhuasted, tormented, joyous, breathless, during a very bleak period of my life. He kept my imagination alive. The first time I tried to read it, just after the 1990 film "Henry & June" I didn't get it. About a year or so later I tried again, and ate it up. It was like I had a tropic of cancer-sized hole in my head and I'd finally found the missing piece. No other book, except maybe "Naked Lunch," has made me realize that literature IS life, that my heart could be enlarged by one, that reading and writing weren't just hobbies or exercises--they were raw and painful necessities, as vital as breath, as flesh, as rousing and invigorating as sex at 3am that lasts til dawn. I love all kinds of writers, but I have to admit, I'm kind of a snob. To me, the real writer is one like Henry Miller, like Rimbaud, like Poe, the ones who live at the fringes of madness, who in poverty and tatters show us that it's life, and life only.
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If only everyone were as honest as Miller...., 30. Juli 2000
This was the first book that I read by Miller and it changed the way that I looked at literature forever. It is uncanny how he can seem to always use the best words to describe his adventures in Paris, making an average story enchanting that would be boring being told by anyone else. Beutifully written as if it is one big poem, which makes up for the complete lack of structure. I personaly hate structure anyway. To sum it all up: The best book I have ever read.
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An infamous masterpiece!, 21. Juli 2000
40 years before Henry Miller had "Tropic of Cancer" published, Knut Hamsun wrote "Hunger" and "Mysteries", where the stream of consciousness was first on display in novels - with the outsider on the edge of life and death, where the blood is whispering and bone-pipes praying. Henry Miller, an open-minded American intellectual went to Paris in the pursuit of - - life - - wanting to feel alive, and to tell the whole world about it. He ended up in the gutter of that very alive city, occasionally coming up to breathe in what was upper class or only bourgeois. At the same time he found comfort in the books of authors like Dostoevsky, Strindberg and Hamsun, whom he compared to Mozart, and about "Mysteries" he later said: "No book stands closer to me. It prevented me from killing myself." (He read it a dozen times.) Parallels can be drawn between classics like "Mysteries" - "Ulysses" - "Tropic of Cancer" - even to "Catcher in the Rye". Displays of genuine feelings, dry wit, rage and disillusionment and then sudden lyrical beauty. "Tropic of Cancer" portrays dirt and lowlife, primitive lust and diseases, the diseases of the individual and of mankind, but at the same time Miller never totally loses a sense of beauty. This is a book packed with incredible descriptions of his life in the 1930s Paris, and even when delirium turns into surrealistic joyrides he is still nothing less than brilliant. This is quite a different Paris from that of Fitzgerald's and Hemingway's. They might also have had their struggles, but their experiences were still different from that of Henry Miller's lice, bedbugs, cockroaches and tapeworms. And still Henry Miller could find comfort in the struggling idols before him. One place in the book he describes how he went to see where and how Strindberg lived during his time in the same city, just to show himself that it was possible to sink even deeper... The prose in parts of the book is astonishing, and despite all who have loathed the book, most of all because of the direct and coarse language with descriptions that can make a wharfie blush, it has been praised by the likes of T.S. Eliot, Aldous Huxley, John dos Passos, Ezra Pound, Samuel Beckett and George Orwell. Orwell wrote a brilliant essay on "Tropic of Cancer" called "Inside the Whale", a very thorough critical review of the book, given by the author who himself wrote "Down and Out in Paris and London"."Tropic of Cancer" is indeed a very good book that any prudish heart, with a sense for good literature, should allow him/herself to be impressed by. It stands alone in its own place in literature, where nobody (including Henry Miller) has been since.
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