Henry Miller
I didn't make it through. Although I really loved "Tropic of cancer", this book, describing Millers childhood and the years before he moved to Paris, just didn't make me feel as good.
Maybe it's because I am in another stage of my life now, but maybe it is because it is more depressing. Miller always describes how he was yearning for something else than his ordinary life in the New York of 1900/1910. He is always miserable, cheating on people and his wife, but always insists of being good-hearded.
When, in "Tropic of cancer", he finally is in Paris, living the boheme, all that is positive and not negative. It's a whole other view on life.
Yes, I think, that is the reason I didn't make it through.
# lastedited 04 Aug 2006
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