Word: miller
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...Miller. Last year it was reported that New Directions was about to publish Tropic of Cancer, by the inexhaustible
...words, would have required five and a half hours to run if it ever had been shot. It never was. They made another. Then Selznick made another. In the next year Jo Swerling, Oliver H. P. Garrett, Ben Hecht, John Van Druten, Michael Foster, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winston Miller, John Balderston, Edwin Justus Mayer all had at least a little finger in the scenario. But next to Sidney Howard's work, the bulk of the scripting, as David Selznick admits, was done by David Selznick. He is still very touchy because a shooting script was not ready even...
...Expatriate Henry Miller (TIME, Nov. 21, 1938). It did not do so. The book had been published in Paris in 1934 and was considered by severe critics to be, even in its fantasies, of extraordinary documentary power. It was also known to a number of readers as a piece of uproarious pornography. Rather than invite another legal battle like that over Joyce's Ulysses, Publisher Laughlin last month brought out The Cosmological Eye, a book of more or less castrated selections from Miller's writing. By doing this much, New Directions called attention to Miller's latest...
Tropic of Cancer was a dizzying personal record of sexual adventure, straycat poverty and street wanderings in Paris, formless and plotless in any classical sense, savagely anti-artistic. Its end-of-the-rope eloquence was, however, apprentice work compared with Tropic of Capricorn, which deals with Miller's jobholding and job-avoiding life in Manhattan and Brooklyn before he went to Paris. Written in a naked language not of literature but of a man's talking, unquotable except by the page, Tropic of Capricorn would mean plenty to countless men-in-the-street. The "dithyrambic prose" which excited...
Nearest approach in The Cosmological Eye to Miller's cumulative power is a nightmare section building up to a bloody, fecund millennium in which a menagerie breaks loose, animals, vegetables and Indians run wild, and there are "no pale white faces, thanks be to Christ!" For the rest, its often funny short pieces are as mild compared to the two novels as they are wild, and fresh, relative to the bulk-and much of the best-of U. S. writing...