I read Tropic of Capricorn, roughly ten years after a precious friend suggested it to me.
I believe moments do exist. It’s not a coincidence that I’ve decided to approach this novel after such a long time and while I was living in New York.
Henry Miller’s far-sighted and disheartening reflections allowed me to decipher a city I never managed to feel a part of.
All the best! couples words and images in a land of bitter irony, where a reassuring and consoling memory scrapes the present.
