(Tr. Sp-Eng. from a review in Shvoong)
After recounting her Parisian bohemian in the Tropic of Cancer, Henry
Miller (whose protagonist is always himself, by name) goes back to his
life in New York during the early years of the twenties. Miller goes
from job to job, disappointing his wife and stealing coins from the
piggy bank of his daughter, and enjoying many sexual adventures (he
portrays himself as a tireless stud) with women always prepared, even in
pairs for the menage a trois. The employment in which he becomes more
prosperous is as a personal selector for a telegraph company, where he
has the chance to interview and give to guys so unreliable as himself a
job that in most cases will last very few days. In addition, it serves
as a key for new sexual adventures, sometimes cynical currency for
selection.
Always minimum in terms of related events, the novel becomes,
with the turning of pages, more intimate and lyrical in Miller's
peculiar rough-poetic sense, which he expresses perfectly. Miller says
he feels alive only for art and cannot find anything else in life
worthwhile.
For him, the so-called gospel of work is nothing but a
doctrine of inertia. "All I could see---he says---was that people busted
their guts working because they could not do anything better". He
states that "people are stupid by nature, lazy by nature, cowardly by
nature", that "I never met a man who was truly wealthy or truly happy. I
at least knew I was unhappy, that I was poor, that I was uprooted, out
of place. That was my only solace, my only joy. But not enough". His
rejection of customary society (sometimes tinged with a complacency that
makes him suspicious of pure narcissistic snobbery) takes from time to time a
course of frank existentialism.
In another of his literary pearls he
says: "I had so little need for God as he for me, and I often said to
myself that if God existed, I would go to meet him calmly and spit in
the face". Nevertheless, he shows a positive assessment of the human:
"The most wonderful opportunity life deserves for me is the human
being. It encompasses the entire universe. It includes the knowledge of
death, which not even God enjoys"

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