So, I define myself as an artsy type, open-minded and somewhat inquisitive. I also like to watch arts shows on Tubi (a free streaming service) or anywhere else for that matter. I think it has my algorithm sorted, as I get artists, writers, and musicians. That is me in a nutshell.
About two weeks ago, I got Henry Miller, the writer (b. 1891, d. 1980). on my Tubi feed – which is taking a deep dive into one of America’s most influential writers.
I thought that would be a good watch, and it was. Here was a writer who wrote in the 1930’s and was described in further research as a surrealist. Instant image of Salvador Dali’s Lobster telephone and Persistence of Memory.
Millar’s books (Tropic of Capricorn and Tropic of Cancer) were banned in the US and other countries due to the graphic nature of their language. And, to be honest, the language is extreme.
Anyway, I ordered two books, Booktopia had them in stock, and they arrived quickly enough.
Sitting down, I opened the book and started to read, to be honest, I could not make head or tail of it and had to resort to Google to understand what it was about. See below
Tropic of Cancer is a 1934 novel by American writer Henry Miller. Blending autobiography and fiction, it portrays Miller’s impoverished, bohemian life in 1930s Paris with unflinching candour. First banned for obscenity, the book became a landmark in the battle for literary freedom and a defining work of modernist prose.
Having seen that I had no choice but to see if Miller used drugs, I mean that it was so bad and unreadable that I had to put it down.
So the question I now ask myself is, is there something wrong with me not liking this work