This book was "Beat" before the Beatniks arrived. Henry Miller was a poor writer in bohemian Paris in the 1930's, and he wasn't afraid to say exactly what was on his mind, no matter how shocking. This was banned in the USA until 1961.
Hailed as an American classic, the story of a down and out american artist living in Paris is both deep and lurid. A love it or hate it experience.
Not for everyone, Miller writes some of the most complex and insightful prose I've ever read. This is true stream of consciousness writing. A fascinating story - for adults only.
How did I ever think this was a good book when I was 18? Here I am 36 and I think this is pure trash. I re-posted if anyone's interested...
If you don't mind the frequent use of the F word or c--t, then his book is for you. It's hard to follow. Is this a story or just Henry Miller's rantings? I don't get it. I don't see how this made a 100 greatest American novels list.