Zanimljiv miks pornografije i filozofije. Prvi put čitam Milera, potpuno mi je jasno zašto ga ili jako cene, ili užasno preziru. Da sam se susreo sa njegovim radom ranije, recimo u srednjoškolskom uzrastu, verovatno bih totalno odlepio i bio bi mi omiljeni pisac.

Some truly beautiful lines of prose. Sandwiched between... god only knows what I just read.

Quiet Days in Clichy is a novella about nothing. It tells the story, barely at that, of a few days in the lives of two starving writers in Paris. It's supposed to be semi-autobiographical, based on Miller's own experiences of living a destitute life in Clichy neighbourhood of Paris in 1930s.

Both the central characters are made out to be crass misogynists yet cannot live without women. Miller writes marvellously as long as he is not writing about sex. When he turns to sex, which is almost on every page, he engenders feeling of disgust in the reader. Problem is not over-abundance of sex, it is the way sex and characters' thoughts on sex and women have been depicted.

Don't, for a moment, believe that this is erotica. It has truck loads of sex in it but none of it is erotic. It may have shocked the pre-1964 readers but today, it remains oafish and despicable drivel.

Having said all this, I would still want to read all that Miller has written.