Amazing end to a perfect trilogy. Takes me straight back to Tropic of Cancer...
And definitely makes me want to experiment a bit more with my own writing.

"Writing is like the caca that you make in your sleep. Delicious caca, to be sure, but first comes life, then the caca. Life is change, movement, quest… a going forward to meet the unknown, the unexpected. Only a very few men can say of themselves – ‘I have lived!’ That’s why we have books – so that men may live vicariously. But when the author also lives vicariously!”

You know i love the guy, but plexus is a filling in of gaps like caulking a piece of swiss cheese. The cheese is good enough, keep the caulk out, even the air in the holes can be fragrant! The book follow henry and june through a period of time, they move about mooching off friends, and henry records and illustrates portrait after portrait of these people as if we care. This book is best used as a teaching tool to write good portraits if you ask me.

my favorite Miller book
woof! woof woof!
...am reading it again and loving it more than ever
...sublime! so many killer quotes!

با تموم افکارت این جا میشینی و میشی سلطان جهان. این جمله ی معصومانه ی رب به عمق مغزم رسوخ کرد و چنان آرامشی ایجاد کرد که یک لحظه احساس کردم واقعا با تمام وجود معنای این کلمه را درک می کنم.

Este foi um amigo muito importante, lido com vagar e cuidado. Henry Miller é meu irmão mais velho, conselheiro atento para meus momentos de insanidade, melancolia e alegria de viver. Sábio que se arrisca , poeta da crueza e da interioridade dilascerada. Meu amigo, meu irmão, eu vos apresento.

The last and shortest volume of the Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy actually ended up feeling like the longest to me. I would rank this one around 3.25 out of 5. I really wanted to like it. There is not much plot to speak of, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the book ended up feeling very repetitive and monotonous since HM writes all the characters with basically the same voice i.e. his own. There are lots of times when other characters tell Henry how brilliant he is and how great of a writer he could be. I started to wonder if maybe to get the most out of this book, you have to buy into this way of thinking and basically sit at the feet of the master HM as he spins yarn after yarn. Personally, I was never convinced that Henry was quite on the level of someone like Nietzsche or Jesus Christ, so I had difficulty engaging his every thought and flight of fancy. It just feels like he wanted to write an epic work, so he really went for it at the type-writer with barely any editing. Which results in the books feeling like they are full of filler. I'm sure Henry Miller was a very nice intelligent man, but I don't think, with this trilogy, that he quite succeeded in creating the eternal epic masterpiece he might have set out for.

هنری میلر در کتابهایش زندگی شخصی خود را مرور می‌کند. از این جهت شاید نتوان آثارش را رمان نامید. او به دنبال بسط تفکراتش است و شاید کمی هم توصیف روحیات اطرافیانش:

با خودم گفتم هدف واقعی‌ام از این کار فقط- «فقط!» -شرح حکایت ناکامی‌ها و بخت‌برگشتگی‌هایم است.

(ص۲۴۶)

او کار خاصی در زندگی‌اش نکرده، اما جوری از روزهایش می‌نویسد که خواندنی است. شاید بگویید زندگی نامتعارفی داشته؛ بله تا حدی! اما به هر حال کار خاصی نکرده. خودش می‌گوید:

نویسنده هم مثل میمون به همه جا آویزان می‌شود، حال آن که درست زیر پای او، زندگی با شور و بلوایی پیوسته و مدام در جریان است.

(ص ۳۶۹)

این نوشتن کمی به درازا کشیده شده؛ مخصوصا سخنرانی طولانی‌ای که اواخر کتاب برای مک‌گرگور می‌کند انقدر انگیزشی است که شورش را درآورده. اما دوست دارم یکی دیگر از کتابهایش را هم بخوانم، ببینم این تک‌گویی‌هایش تا کجا جذاب می‌ماند.
یعنی برخورد نویسنده با جیم، متصدی آسانسور، واقعا اتفاق افتاده؟ امیدوارم! امیدوارم جیم آدمی واقعی بوده باشد.

پ.ن. جلد دوم را هم خواندم

The beginning was just okay but I'm giving it 5 stars to show how much I LOVED the rest of it.

Goodbye bullshit, goodbye long winded crap about absolutely pointless drivel, goodbye useless idiot, goodbye poor excuse for a writer, goodbye several pages of nonsense, goodbye waste of time, goodbye waste of money, goodbye absolute boredom, I could go on but I will Henry do that

I've reached that point a couple of chapters off of the end, where I've slowed. Now the time passes thickly, Henry's hours turning into my days, as I am reluctant to finish. It is the prolonging of climax, desire for the end fading into a need to cling to the moment and not let it pass. I think this is the last of his books that I have not yet read, but I am not ready to accept that there will be no more.

Henry Miller had prepared himself to become a writer for almost whole life and finally he'd become one of the greatest I'd ever read. One cannot be the same after reading Henry Miller the greatest reader and writer of all time

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