Summary of Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer

By IRB Media

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Book Preview:

#1 I was sent to Paris for a reason I have yet to understand. I have no money, resources, or hopes. I am the happiest man alive. The world around me is dissolving, and I am left with only spots of time.

#2 I have lunch with Borowski on Wednesday. His wife, who is a cow, officiates. I do not share Van Norden’s opinion of himself. I do not agree that he is a philosopher or a thinker. He is just cunt-struck.

#3 I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world. I am suffocated by it. No one can communicate even a fraction of their feelings to me.

#4 Irène had a valise instead of a cunt. She wanted fat letters to shove in her valise. She was a liar, and never bought a bed for her King Carol. She wanted extension pricks, self-exploding rockets, and hot boiling oil made of wax and creosote.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Jul 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822563001

IRB Media

With IRB books, you can get the key takeaways and analysis of a book in 15 minutes. We read every chapter, identify the key takeaways and analyze them for your convenience.

Book preview

Insights on Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was sent to Paris for a reason I have yet to understand. I have no money, resources, or hopes. I am the happiest man alive. The world around me is dissolving, and I am left with only spots of time.

#2

I have lunch with Borowski on Wednesday. His wife, who is a cow, officiates. I do not share Van Norden’s opinion of himself. I do not agree that he is a philosopher or a thinker. He is just cunt-struck.

#3

I am a sentient being stabbed by the miracle of these waters that reflect a forgotten world. I am suffocated by it. No one can communicate even a fraction of their feelings to me.

#4

Irène had a valise instead of a cunt. She wanted fat letters to shove in her valise. She was a liar, and never bought a bed for her King Carol. She wanted extension pricks,