Tropic of Capricorn (Penguin Modern Classics)

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Gli ho consigliato Henry Miller: mi ero completamente dimenticato di Henry Miller e mi ero completamente dimenticato di consigliarlo al mio amico I was always believing in something and so getting into trouble. The more my hands were slapped the more firmly I believed. / believed - and the rest of the world did not! If it were only a question of enduring punishment one could go on believing till the end; but the way of the world is more insidious than that. Instead of being punished you are undermined, hollowed out, the ground taken from under your feet. It isn't even treachery, what I have in mind. Treachery is understandable and combatable. No, it is something worse, something less than treachery. It's a negativism that causes you to overreach yourself. You are perpetually spending your energy in the act of balancing yourself. You are seized with a sort of spiritual vertigo, you totter on the brink, your hair stands on end, you can't believe that beneath your feet lies an immeasurable abyss. It comes about through excess of enthusiasm, through a passionate desire to embrace people, to show them your love. The more you reach out towards the world the more the world retreats. Nobody wants real love, real hatred. Nobody wants you to put your hand in his sacred entrails - that's only for the priest in the hour of sacrifice. While you live, while the blood's still warm, you are to pretend that there is no such thing as blood and no such things as a skeleton beneath the covering of flesh. Keep off the grass! That's the motto by which people live. I am so thoroughly healthy and empty. No dreams, no desires. I am like the luscious deceptive fruit which hangs on the Californian trees. One more ray of sun and I will be rotten."

Bukowski ha ereditato il suo modo di scrivere ubriaco da Henry Miller, che ha inoltre ispirato molti della Beat Generation, che a loro volta ispireranno i post-modernisti Section VII: From “The stabbing horror of life is not contained in calamities and disasters” to end. Everything that happens, when it has significance, is in the nature of a contradiction. Until the one for whom this is written came along I imagined that somewhere outside, in life, as they say, lay the solutions to all things. I thought, when I came upon her, that I was seizing hold of life, seizing hold of something which I could bite into. Instead I lost hold of life completely. I reached out for something to attach myself to – and I found nothing. But in reaching out, in the effort to grasp, to attach myself, left high and dry as I was, I nevertheless found something I had not looked for – myself. A cult modern classic, Tropic of Capricorn is as daring, frank and influential as Henry Miller's first novel, Tropic of Cancer – new to Penguin Modern Classics with a cover by Tracey Emin.

Tropic of Capricorn opens with a passage of philosophical musings, in which Henry Miller compares himself to the people around him and contemplates the futility of life. Everyone around him seems to be a failure; those who aren’t technically failures strike him as all the more ridiculous. In other words, Miller immediately posits a clear disconnect from societal norms of “success” and “progress.” The work ethic holds no appeal for him, nor does the ideal of ambition and upward mobility: “there was nothing I wished to do which I could just as well not do.” Un mio amico dice che lui legge solo capolavori. Se si parla di cinema, dice che lui vede solo capolavori. Una volta gli ho chiesto: «Perché?». Lui ha risposto: «Perché esistono». A cult modern classic, Tropic of Capricorn is as daring, frank and influential as Henry Miller first novel, Tropic of Cancer -- new to Penguin Modern Classics with a cover by Tracey Emin Meeldiv oli mu avastus, et Reeve oma retkedel kohtab siiski ka arukaid inimesi, kes juba aastaid tagasi on hakanud mõistma, et rohepööre saeb oksa, millel ise istub. Miks valitsejad seda ei näi mõistvat, eks me aimame. Üks konkreetne näide raamatust, mis kohe meenub, on seotud biokütusega (oli vist Paraguay näitel), ehk siis metsad maha, soja asemele, sellest biokütus, ja siis hõõrume rõõmsalt käsi, kui rohelised me ikka oleme. Aga biokütusega me vist oleme tänaseks jõudnud ühisele arusaamale, et see on üks suur jama (või ei ole siiski, ma ei suuda enam sammu pidada ausalt öeldes). And the narration comes as an obscene prayer to the goddess Astarte… Capricorn is a lascivious goat after all… And tropic is a gateway to the hottest and wettest equatorial zone…

So, what is this book about? This is a narration of a character named Henry Miller and his escapades in New York City. He has sex with several women in the book, and it seems that he is the most virile character in literature that I have encountered so far. He describes in painful detail the encounters that he has with several women, Jewish women, secretaries, people he goes swimming with, and other women that intersect with his life. He describes how he is able to have sex with a woman who thinks that her genitals are too small for having sex, he describes how is has sex with a woman who has a fear of drowning in a lake, and he describes how he has sex with a woman who used to be his music teacher.Section VI: “And suddenly for no reason at all, when I think of her returning to her nest, I remember Sunday mornings in the little old house near the cemetery” to “It makes you terribly quiet inside, makes you aware that the

Mr. Clancy, the manager, tells Miller he wants to make him “the boss of the works.” Before that can happen, he asks Miller to serve an apprenticeship as a special messenger, paid the salary of employment manager, with the duty of spying on the various branches of the company and reporting on the conditions to his superiors. In a few months, he has a post at the employment office, replacing the former employment manager, Mr. Burns, and is “hiring and firing like a demon” without batting an eye. He describes the company as a farce, a waste of humans and work. The ousted Mr. Burns dies “of a broken heart,” and Miller dives into his work – physically, that is, not emotionally. Men come and go in a rush, dozens hired in one day, fired the next, “holes” plugged on an hourly basis. Miller finds himself responsible for hundreds of men and their livelihoods, reviewing their applications, judging them suitable or unsuitable, luring them in and ushering them out the door in a single swoop. “I never saw such an aggregation of misery in my life,” Miller writes. Seguimos la vida ficcionalizada de Henry Miller, su vida como jefe de personal en una compañía de telégrafos y de sus amistades, salidas, vida familiar, prostitutas, su odio por Estados Unidos, sus reflexiones sobre la vida que lleva, sus recuerdos de infancia, entre muchas otras cosas. Es divertido el relato que hace, pues en ocasiones resulta un tanto absurdo, irónico y estúpido. Raamat on juba natuke küll ka "vana" (originaalis ilmunud 2008, e.k tõlge 2022), eks see annab lugedes õrnalt tunda, kuigi teisalt on ehk isegi põnev vaadata, mis siis on muutunud ja millest on inimene õppinud. Või siis pole seda teps mitte. Oleme siin elanud omas mullis, et Hiina on alles hiljuti asunud maailma vallutama, aga lõunapöörijoonel võib Reeve tõdeda, et hiinlased on juba kõikjale jõudnud ja käpa peale pannud, ükskõik mille kasvatamisest või kaevandamisest me kõneleme. Yazarın "Yengeç Dönencesi"ni okuduğum yakın zamanda, Henry Miller'ı keşfetmemin ne kadar geç kaldığını anladığımda büyük bir panik hali yaşamış ve en kısa zamanda "Oğlak Dönencesi"ni okuma kararı almıştım. Ancak "Yengeç Dönencesi"nde ki oburluğum burada kendini gösteremedi. Kitap yordu beni bir noktada. O yüzden yarısında ara vermek ve araya birçok kitap sokmak durumunda kald� As in Tropic of cancer Miller talking about a lot of nonsense matters, But it is always how you talk about something not the thing itself that makes the great literature and art.

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Henry just grinned as our friend's hat passed around, and even people that had known him less than an hour tossed in a bit of green. It wasn't until we were leaving, weaving our own snake trail out the door, that my friend discovered that along with the money, Henry had also absconded with his hat. I was the evil product of an evil soil. If the self were not imperishable, the ‘I’ I write about would have been destroyed long ago. To some this may seem like an invention, but whatever I imagine to have happened did actually happen, at least to me. History may deny it, since I have played no part in the history of my people, but even if everything I say is wrong, is prejudiced, spiteful, malevolent, even if I am a liar and a poisoner, it is nevertheless the truth and it will have to be swallowed. I read the first few chapters...it was boring....then I skipped chapters hoping he would get more interesting..he didn't....kept going...it was still boring...towards the end...he is pathetically sentimental, self-indulgent and boring... Pealkiri ütleb Simon Reeve´i reisimarsruudi kenasti ära, aga kordame siis üle: Namiibia rannikult läbi Aafrika lõunaosa (Botswana, LAV, Mosambiik), Madagaskarile, järgmine etapp Austraalias, sellest järgmine Lõuna-Ameerika (Tšiili, Argentina, Paraguay, Brasiilia). Kõrbed, Andid, Suur Korallrahu, Uluru jne, jne. Nagu ikka, nii püüab Reeve sellelgi reisil uurida iga piirkonna valupunkte, olgu selleks metsad, mida enam pole või Šveitsi juustuks kaevandatud maapind, halvasti koheldud Austraalia aborigeenid, vaesus ja slummid jne.