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Summary: Nostalgic days in Paris
Review: This is Miller at his days of being a young, penniless writer living his dreams of being a writer, Miller's main character Joey is a very poor writer who somehow by some stroke of good fortune happened to have money at the beginning of the book, even after buying a couple of books and records, then he meets this woman and falls in love with her, well not really but the kind of love that only Miller can imagine and he gives all his money to her, which leaves him starving, penniless and in a total fit, it starts off like that, you decide if you want to know the ending. In my opinion "Quiet days in Clichy" is a work of art, it's something that only someone like Miller can come up with, his prose is like nothing I've read before and probably will never again unless I read some more Miller which I plan to do, you can finish the book in the bookstore in a good hour and a half or an hour if you haul arse, I loved this book, the 4 stars are because I wish it was longer than it is, I am now on the read Plexus
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Summary: Short memoir is vital part of Henry Miller canon
Review: This is one of Miller's shorter works and an excellent companion piece to the earlier books set in Paris. While the sexual content is unmistakably Miller, it is not as lascivious as say, the series "The Rosy Crucifixion", but offers profound sensory images of the period. It's like actually being there. "Quiet Days" was made into a film with Miller's consultation and won an award at the Cannes Film Festival. There is an earlier Grove (Evergreen Black Cat) movie tie-in edition. The book highlights the life of the literally often starving writer and his constant search for food, a few francs, and his frolics amongst French prostitutes. In terms of literary value, it falls short of the "Tropic" and New Directions titles, but is a must for every Miller fan. Vintage Miller, originally composed in the early 40s and re-written at Big Sur circa 1956.
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Summary: Let's take one year field trip...
Review: Though Miller is very known for his direct, almost brutal kind of writing and his very boemic perspective of life and love, this book seems even more disorganized then his others, it almost reads like some kind of itinerary. You have the feeling like he made certain journey throught the country, did some things and now he is sitting with you at small pub on the end of the town and is talking to you about the things, drinking fifth pint of beer at your account. Comments on content are almost unnecessary. If you know what kind of erotic prose Miller writes, you know what you'll find inside. If it bears it's signature, it cannot be anything else. The interesting thing about Miller's books (and maybe especially this) is his way of thinking. We are so pressed by the pace of life nowadays that this type of ilfe, when you really don't know what you'll be doing next day, seeking leisure and pleasuer all the time, laying down almost everything what comes on your path seems so extraordinary, out of space, but appealingly attractive. More you think about, more you realize that it is even possible if you would be prepared to live your life like this. The main dilemma in you is: Do I have the guts? But on the other hand, you must have your mind turned that way, be a freak that cares little for today and even less for tomorrow. Miller was, we are not. I'm, however, very surprised that many people I know like his style far more than fine art of Anais Nin. Perhaps I prefer Anais, but Miller's book is still fascinating.
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