Some of the subject matter may be objectionable, especially at the time it was originally written/published in Europe, but the man wrote like poetry. This paragraph especially stood out:
"I have been ejected from the world like a cartridge. A deep fog has settled down, the earth is smeared with frozen grease. I can feel the city palpitating, as if it were a heart just removed from a warm body."
Wow - that is some powerful imagery. You can't write an entire novel like that (for much like this one, there would be no plot), but sections like that show the true gift and genius of a writer. Thank you for that, Henry Miller.
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