7/5/2023 0 Comments Author tropic of cancer![]() ![]() ![]() The narrative's preoccupation with sex and sexuality was entertaining at times, in the same vent, but never seemed to have a real place or purpose other than, again, being a preoccupation of a character I knew little enough else about.In general, I probably would recommend this to readers who enjoy Kerouac's On The Road (another work that, while I can appreciate it for moments, I don't enjoy or return to of my own will) or to readers who want to know more about the books that broke ground in their incorporation of sexuality. The characters were presented and treated almost as if I already knew of them and cared for them, but I never learned enough to make me care.or even necessarily become really curious. ![]() While some of the prose was wonderful, even poetic, and enjoyable reading as I went along, there was no narrative drive to keep me reading. I'd read Of Henry Miller in various letters, diaries, and memoirs, but hadn't gotten around to reading his work-after this, I'm honestly not sure whether or not I'll be searching out his other work or not. ![]()
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