Chapter 351 Henry? Miller.

Masayoshi Kishimoto departed from his home to rush to Tokyo’s Haneda International Airport in Ota-ku. Instead of taking a taxi alone with his traveling gifts, he was driven there by Rie Sakai in her supercar red Ferrari.

Ota-ku was the southernmost part of Tokyo. It was sandwiched between Shinagawa Ward and Minato Ward. Although it was not one of the six districts in the center of the city, it was one of the four southern districts.

The four southern wards of Tokyo have a good economy, and the most famous one is Setagaya Ward. Other than that, it is Shinagawa Ward, and Kurome Ward.

Ota Ward has the largest area within Tokyo’s 23 wards. Most of the factories in Tokyo are concentrated in this ward. Not only was Tokyo Haneda International Airport famous, but the Tama River was also equally famous.

Sakai Rie held the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes looking at the road in front of her, and said seriously, ”I’ve heard the relevant news reports that the law and order in mainland China is not very good. You have to be more careful on this trip.”

“Don’t you listen to those irresponsible news nonsense. In order to cater to the needs of the Japanese underclass, they deliberately distort and smear Mainland China.

In particular, there are some variety show interviews that spare no effort in distorting and smearing mainland China, completely like a hell on earth.

Besides, Hangzhou is not considered mainland China, it is within the area of the eastern coastal cities of China.” Justice Kishimoto explained.

“I’ve never been there, and I don’t know if it’s true or not. Anyway, just don’t go out of the hotel to wander around at night.” Rie Sakai kindly reminded.

“I’m not alone on this trip to Hangzhou either, but with many people from the company. You’re so worried about me for that?” Masayoshi Kishimoto sat on top of the passenger seat, sideways to her side was smiling and said.

“I don’t want to be burdened with the bad reputation of being a husband hater before I’m even married.” Rie Sakai said bluntly.

“After all is said and done, you’re not in love with me but still in love with yourself. It’s false that you care about my safety, while in reality, your main concern is your good name.” Masayoshi Kishimoto held back a laugh, fighting her out of habit.

“Nope. Is it fun for you to be like this all the time?” Sakai Rie went to look at him sideways, following it up by going back to looking at the road in front of her.

“With you it’s fun, with others it’s not.” Masayoshi Kishimoto said as he laughed again.

Sakai Rie just shook her head in silence, not without feeling in her heart that he was lowly. As a matter of fact, this time, sending someone to Haneda International Airport was not something Masayoshi Kishimoto had asked for, instead, it was her initiative to actively ask for it.

“Since you don’t want to pay attention to me, then I’ll just read alone.” Masayoshi Kishimoto took out Henry? Miller’s Tropic of Cancer to have a read-do.

“How about this book?” Rie Sakai knew deep down that he wasn’t pretending. He had known for a long time that he not only had good reading habits, but also loved works of literature and art.

“It’s sort of a work of fiction with an autobiographical nature written by an old American hooligan who was living in France. This is also Henry? Miller’s masterpiece.

Until “Tropic of Cancer” was written by him, almost no one knew that a writer like him existed. Even when the book was published, it suffered a long and severe ban in English-speaking countries, and was regarded as obscene.

Later, it was able to see the light of day because it followed the new definition of obscene works in the United States in the last sixty years of the century.

The main measure is to see whether the author himself is intentionally teasing the reader when he makes about a lot of sexual descriptions in the book?

If so, then it is undoubtedly obscene. Conversely, it is not. After all, there’s sometimes a thin line between artistic expression and dirty pornography.

Thanks to this, not only has Henry Miller’s work seen the light of day, but it has also seen the light of day. Miller’s work has been able to see the light of day, but also the fine literature of Lawrence and others.

Henry Miller. Miller was in Paris, France when he wrote The Tropic of Cancer. As he himself wrote in the book, he was afraid that the chair under his buttocks would be taken away.

Because when writing, you need to sit down, and his chair is still borrowed from someone else. However, there is a good side to being poor, that is, it can inspire people to create art.

In fact, I have read it once before. At first, I didn’t quite understand it. Now, I want to read it again. The book “Tropic of Cancer” is very special, there is no main line, no bridge, no story, it can be said that it is like the author’s essays.

However, it’s not an essay, but a book full of Henry Miller’s inner monologue. Miller’s inner monologue. This kind of monologue is full of a kind of low and dirty or the real embodiment of the malice in human nature.

There is a back and forth between reality and fantasy. There is a lot of vulgar language used in the book.” Masayoshi Kishimoto spoke eloquently.

When he said this, he seemed to remember something, and then added: This book makes me think it’s strange that it didn’t suffer a ban in the relatively conservative mainland China.

Wei Hui, who is regarded as one of China’s three pioneering female writers, regards Henry Miller as her spiritual father. Miller as her spiritual father. Her novel Shanghai Baby is a parody or homage to Tropic of Cancer.

Wei Hui’s semi-autobiographical novel Shanghai Baby, released in September 1999 by Shenyang’s Spring Breeze Literary Publishing House, sold more than 110,000 copies in six months (not counting pirated copies), igniting widespread controversy in China’s literary world, taking China’s younger generation by storm, and attracting international media coverage.

China’s Jiefang Daily reported that Beijing’s news media and cultural authorities banned the book in April, citing its depiction of sodomy, homosexuality, and drug use as examples of decadence and Western culture. Chinese officials issued a national ban in mid-May.”

“To be able to get you to read it a second time, that means you’re interested in Henry? Miller’s Tropic of Cancer.” Rie Sakai said calmly.

“As you know, I believe in the Chinese Xunzi’s saying that human nature is inherently evil. All along, my preference for works of fiction has been the kind of thing that reacts to the inner darkness of human nature.

Henry? Miller’s The Tropic of Cancer is a work that meets my taste. He takes away the mask of human disguise and strips people bare, naked.

Of course, in the eyes of a Taoist, Henry Miller’s work is crap. Miller’s work is trash. He himself was an unabashed old rascal, no doubt.

At the time, Henry Miller’s Miller’s Tropic of Cancer was a kind of rebellion, a kind of freedom, a kind of challenge to traditional Western morality.

The synopsis of Tropic of Cancer will give the vulgar the desire and urge to buy a copy and take it back to read it, mistaking it for a pornographic book after all.

In reality, when you’ve held it in your hands and read it, you’ll realize that the average person can’t get into it at all, and it’s not at all as exciting as one might imagine watching a certain kind of movie to be.” Justice Kishimoto said without haste.