So this month, seeing that I can’t decide and I’m a titch manic, I’m reading many books at the same time (I always do that). I like to mix it up, one book from each area usually. I tend to like (like crazy) factual books on mental illnesses/disorders (I’ll read one in two days), poetry books off course, books ON poetry, books about writing, and literary journals. So here’s what I’ve chosen for August:
Henry Miller’s Tropic of Cancer (I LOVED Tropic of Capricorn in college) OR Black Spring–haven’t decided yet. This is from TIME:
It’s impossible to outdo George Orwell’s wonderfully overstated appraisal of Miller in 1940 —”the only imaginative prose writer of the slightest value who has appeared among the English-speaking races in some time”—but it’s hard not to agree. He’s the thinking man’s slacker, but his prose is a force multiplier—lucid, honest and unhampered by neurotic self-loathing. Tropic of Cancer was not published in the U.S. until 1961, where it set off an obscenity trial that is still one of the great episodes in the history of free speech. Before Kerouac, before Burroughs, Miller disputed all the imperatives of capitalism. He stood before the temple of money and raised the flag of happiness. You have a problem with that?