Rakova obratnica
This is an accusation, a slander, a personal insult. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a continuous insult, a spit in the face of Art, a foot in the tur against God, Man, Fate, Time, Love, Beauty...whatever you want.
From a seemingly fringe literary phenomenon that even physically appears outside the motherland - at the notorious Obelisk publishing house in Paris - the forty-year-old self-taught man publishes his first, shocking, quasi-autobiographical novel. So, from the outsider excess of a limited range, from the anarchic, "asocial", individualistic, scandalous gesture that appears at a time when the main fashion of Western literary life is "social literature", the Crab's turn has gradually but surely moved towards a central position in the native, American literature, entered literary tradition as one of the main inheritors and transmitters of the legitimate traditional current from Thoreau and Whitman to beatniks and Norman Mailer. Well, although we don't have to agree with the American poet Karl Shapiro, who called Miller the "greatest living author" in 1960, nor with Mailer himself, who called him a "genius" and only a slightly smaller Dostoyevsky, today we certainly already see quite clearly that he is a writer who, more than anyone else, had a liberating influence on our age, and thus far surpassed the limits of his own literature... He, to extend Mailer's image, is pulling away hair by hair from the "Great Muff of Knowledge".
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