Books

Books"Listen, Jack, I've got a book for you – the kind of a book you've always dreamed about. It doesn't verge on the obscene – it is obscenity incarnate." Jack Kahane, a wily Britisher, grabbed the feelthy theeng, published it under the imprimatur of his Obelisk Press in Paris, sat back and watched the eyeballs pop.Thus were the birth pangs of Henry Miller's thumpingly sensual, nakedly libidinous Tropic of Cancer, the first full-length effort of one of this century's most controversia...