A review by t0ll3l3g3
Tropic of Capricorn by Henry Miller

3.0

The largely forgotten Sex Revolution wouldn’t have happened without the pill or Henry Miller, is my guess. But I wonder if, like Philip Roth who refused to reread his Portnoy’s Complaint and disowned as a youthful indiscretion or call for attention, Henry Miller, in later years, was mortified by his priapic jottings. I was for him. Some exceptional passages like the one about his father’s disillusionment, or the tribalism of lower East side New York at the turn of the century raise it above a ribald picaresque.