Miller's work is hard to follow sometimes with his self obsession, flashbacks, women, astrology, work and related escapades. He was not faithful to women but he was faithful to his art. His innocence lied in his work. He could trust it and would be preserved as long as he held that pen in his hand. The women he refers to are the "books" that once he has read he "tosses aside." He devours their innocence to regain his own. He is a vampire. "His sexual behavior was never tainted by alcholism or drugs. He did not hit women, much less rape any. He ridicules macho nonsense about cock size - no penile servitude here. His Blakean "lineaments of gratified desire" included reciprocal cunnilinctus for fellating females." (Baldwin) In Tropic of Capricorn, …show more content…
Life was unimportant to him, well just his own, the rest, "was a cannibal. " He is sitting home with his daughter while his wife gets another abortion. Did I mention he was there having sex while his wife is all alone. He wanted to attend the burlesque show but if his wife "kicked it," he didn't wanted to feel so good from having been at the smut show. "We had hardly finished when the bell rang and it was my wife coming home from the slaughterhouse. I was still buttoning my fly as I went through the hall to open the gate." (Miller 53) In all comes down to awareness of one's self (mind, body and soul.) Henry Miller was an extremely intelligent man that had a "certain" way with words. His books would soon turn into what he dreaded the most, pornography. He hated the reference and due to this books …show more content…
"Miller hated his reputation of pornographer. Though never ashamed of the Tropics or Rosy Crucifixion, he emphasized they belonged only to a short period of his long (1891-1980) life.(Baldwin) He may be humble and professional when it comes to speaking of his writing but his writing speaks for itself. He speaks of his friends and seems to be respected and well liked. Maybe that is why women were drawn to him or it was the astrological pull. Everyone was destined for their own greatness, Miller just took his sweet time discovering himself and writing about is psychosexual mentality. As I type this paper I am listening to my 80's ballad playlist and Whitesnake, Here I Go Again comes on. This song makes me think of Henry Miller. "He is searching for an answer. He knows where he has been and not clear of where he's going but there he will go again." A lonely street of dreams, the same streets in Brooklyn he walked as a young boy. It's only a matter of time before he is on his own