The only biography Henry Miller ever wanted was the one he himself wrote in the brash, life-affirming fictions of The Tropic of Capricorn, The Tropic of Cancer, and The Rosy Crucifixion. But Robert Ferguson's new biography tells a different tale; for where the novels are sexually explicit and brutally frank--woundingly so to those close to Miller--they are also the fantasies of a man escaping from his past, and from himself.
The only biography Henry Miller ever wanted was the one he himself wrote in the brash, life-affirming fictions of The Tropic of Capricorn, The Tropic of Cancer, and The Rosy Crucifixion. But Robert Ferguson's new biography tells a different tale; for where the novels are sexually explicit and brutally frank--woundingly so to those close to Miller--they are also the fantasies of a man escaping from his past, and from himself.
