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I first read this book several decades ago, and this must be the third or fourth time. Miller was a favourite author of mine for a long time, but I moved on to other writers. My recent read exceeded expectations. Though in theory I find the theme of a writer writing about being a writer irritating, Miller pulls it off with his exuberance and erudition. It appears part fiction, part autobiography and part philosophical discourse. The actual story line is pretty minimal, and again the theme of an American writer planning a move to Paris is rather hackneyed now.
There are certainly depictions of racist and sexist language and ideas which would be dubious in a current writer. For the most part Miller doesn't embody such ideas himself - he describes a society in which racial stereotypes abounded, and objectifying women in various ways was commonplace. Occasionally he - or his fictional character - embodies such a trait, and I can see why he was disliked by some feminists.
Despite these reservations, I find Miller a wonderfully exuberant and spontaneous writer, excessive and chaotic, but with great energy and full of mostly interesting digressions on multiple topics. With more self discipline he could perhaps have been an even greater writer.
'Nexus' starts well as a narrative of a rather hellish menage de trois, then mixes up more realist narrative with flights of reverie and imagination...and ends relatively flatly as the narrator prepares to leave a despised America for an idealised Europe.
This has faults, but some great passages, which certainly surpass most modern authors, and it holds up to a return after several decades, unlike some early favourites.
There are certainly depictions of racist and sexist language and ideas which would be dubious in a current writer. For the most part Miller doesn't embody such ideas himself - he describes a society in which racial stereotypes abounded, and objectifying women in various ways was commonplace. Occasionally he - or his fictional character - embodies such a trait, and I can see why he was disliked by some feminists.
Despite these reservations, I find Miller a wonderfully exuberant and spontaneous writer, excessive and chaotic, but with great energy and full of mostly interesting digressions on multiple topics. With more self discipline he could perhaps have been an even greater writer.
'Nexus' starts well as a narrative of a rather hellish menage de trois, then mixes up more realist narrative with flights of reverie and imagination...and ends relatively flatly as the narrator prepares to leave a despised America for an idealised Europe.
This has faults, but some great passages, which certainly surpass most modern authors, and it holds up to a return after several decades, unlike some early favourites.