Henry Miller's most famous book-one presumes- is a sort of autobiography. The plot (if indeed the book has a plot) tells of the life of a destitute writer and his hungry and marginal existence in post World War One Paris. Notorious for being banned upon publication back in 1934 the book has acquired (and retained) its cult status among several generations of readers. The book is most commonly read as some sort of erotic classic: certainly, the book abounds with graphic descriptions of all manner of sexual encounters but the book is also a fine vehicle for Mr Miller's prose style which- nearly eighty years on-I greatly enjoyed. Miller is clearly much more than a mere pornographer and he was obviously influential upon many later American writers (Jack Kerouac, perhaps).
It is worth noting that George Orwell was a huge fan of this book going so far as to call it 'one of the most important books of the 1930s' and certainly it is not difficult to see parallels with this book and many passages in Orwell's own 'Paris and London' in that both books deal with the lives of the destitute and penniless. Miller also appears to share Orwell's love of ironic detail such as the episode where a pious young Hindu- sent Europe with funds to spread the message of Gandhi- uses the money to run amok in a whorehouse!
Certainly since the so called 'sexual revolution' of the 1960s it is possible to read this book as some sort of herald of more enlightened attitudes towards sexuality. To some extent it is. Miller writes with a frankness that even many modern writers would think twice about. However, it would be interesting to read a good feminist analysis of this book as so much of its content is about what men do to (often powerless) women such as Elsa, the repeatedly seduced German maid. The book is often described as being a sort of 'ode to sexual freedom' but is seems to be a freedom bought almost entirely at the expense of women. Maybe the book should be read in conjunction with some Andrea Dworkin or even something by Miller's own lover Anais Nin to balance things out. In summary, this book is something of a shibboleth. Definitely something for both men and women to discuss.