"Tropic of Cancer" by Henry Miller

I am disappointed to say that Henry Miller did not blow me away. I had expected his writing to really impress me. It's entirely possible that I need someone much smarter than myself to walk me through the layers to fully appreciate the work but I sort of feel like it was revolutionary in it's moment but that moment happened so long ago it's difficult for me to grasp the magnitude of it's influence. I enjoyed, very much, the gritty, crude manner in which Miller speaks. I loved the smattering of idioms in other languages, even if they did feel rather pretentious. This felt like a story where nothing much happens while the same things happen over and over. Something like a Catcher in the Rye for aspiring artists in the early adulthood. I'm sure the first readers of this novel were floored by the nasty language and unfiltered humanity.