(Henry Miller)

In the video Henry Miller really tears into the Big Apple. But that’s Henry. He always seemed to devour and consume his subjects.

He was the kind of person that could write 40,000 words on the joy of good bread. Give him a city as great as NY, a mysterious woman, a salubrious meal now and then–and he’s off to a place few could imagine.

For about a decade I’ve been putting off reading the last in The Rosy Crucifixion series, Nexus. I think the time has come . . .

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