Title: Henry, Henry, Henry.......
Product review: This is not a work of art. This is not literature. This is pornography. And not very good pornography at that. This is the work Miller wrote (with the assistance of Anais Nin & others) for a private pornographer for $1 a page. Miller vehemently denied ever writing the book, but it's author couldn't shake this monkey off his back even from the grave. It is incredibly difficult to read, filled with sensational sexual acts and not much else. If you want to read everything Henry Miller ever wrote, or if you enjoy reading pornography, okay. If not, this is one to pass by as it is not art or literature as the rest of Miller's work is; it's trash. Plain & simple.
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