Long ago when I was a young boy, I had spotted The Tropic of Cancer on my grandmother´s towering book shelf. It was always that little blue book spine that drew me to the title alone, not the author. I didn´t read books before I grew into my teens, but I was fascinated by book covers for years. My young mind often asked What is this book ? What´s a tropic of cancer? Lol. Thirty years later, The Tropic of Cancer remains on my reading list after having found the a copy at my local thrift shop. Thank you for your critical analysis of Henry Miller´s seminal novel.
I read "Tropic of Cancer" when I was 19, and yes, reading it was one of those seminal experiences in the life of the young, naïve, burgeoning writer I was then.
Forgot to mention that I hadn’t heard of this book before and feel somewhat guilty for a strange reason but then again I’m reminded of the words that it matters not what the book is about but the fact that your brain is engaged is the most important aspect, who knows what I had my head tucked into, could have been ‘Graves White Goddess or just as easily the Reader’s Wives section of Fiesta magazine, they all count.. 🫣😉📚
