About this title: An evocation of Miller's early life in New York, this novel recalls his Brooklyn childhood, his job in his father's tailor shop and his searing reflections on his native land and his later self-imposed exile in Paris. The author also wrote "Tropic of Cancer" and "Tropic of Capricorn".
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Binding: Mass-market paperback
Publisher: Grove Press
Date Published: 1963
Description: Good. No dust jacket as issued. Cover shows heavy scraping type wear. No marks. Tight binding. 208 p. The third and final volume of the famed trilogy which began with Tropic of Cancer and Tropic of Capricorn. Adult reading. read more
Binding: Hardcover
Publisher: Grove Press, New York
Date Published: 1963
Description: Very good. No dust jacket. 243 p. 22 cm. Cover has a few small dings around edges and some slight scuffs. Pages are starting to discolor. Solid and good condition otherwise. read more
Edition: Reprint
Binding: Hardcover
Publisher: Grove Press, Inc., New York
Date Published: 1963
Description: Good. No Jacket. The book has bumping at the corners and there is some rubbing on the cover. The binding is black with red and gold lettering. The text is clean and the binding is tight. read more
"A little confused by this, but after a while I started being able to follow it. I heard the Tropic books are better, I'll have to check them out. Very New York poetic, grimy style full of diseases and kids playing a game downstairs in the cellar called "stink finger" kind of humor."
For me, this wraps up the trilogy of novels that Miller wrote for Obelisk Press in the 30's. It's really nowhere near the greatness of Cancer and Capricorn, as some parts are completely unreadable, like "Into the Night Life." The book is a conglomeration of unrelated vignettes. Miller takes us on his trademark, first-person adventure narrative through memories of his friends, lovers, and his pessimistic prophecy. We're taken through his mind, Brooklyn, and the less glamorous parts of Paris. I think one just simply has to have a tolerance for Miller, or not. He's quite polarizing, definitely not a lovable writer."
"The constant present. Each thought, glance, gesture unique and recreated. Continuous time, past being immediately created, future never begins. The past does not end. Recollection of dreams. Eyes closed--in moment. Stay in dream to recall (like memory). No singular life. Always multiples. Own story last--fused with lives of others. (Choosing to sacrifice ones own story for that of others, to allow others into ones own story--to create a shared path--(chem+is)-) Illusion of anything in writing--time merges. Satisfaction in relative happiness. Making the best of the situation. No matter how bleak. Words are dead. Fricadellas. Never heard reference to fricadellas in any piece of English writing before. What makes a person a self? Physical things? Entirely internal? Spiritual things? Parts? Ideas? The mind? The heart? The soul? The skin? The eyes? Quite possibly the eyes. Not nearly as crass as TOC/Miller. Reads like and essay and a dream all at once. I enjoy the page and a half long paragraphs."
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