The book is slower than Sexus and definitely draws on a little in the middle. However, the final 4 Chapters are some of the best writing Miller has done.
In Plexus Miller has just started to embark on his new life and things slowly decay as the novel goes on. With this decay, the book becomes more interesting as the characters become more desperate. However, Miller never loses his vitality.

Overall I would recommend the book to Henry Miller fans but someone would have to be a committed Miller reader to fully appreciate it, unlike Sexus which can be read as a one-off.

Miller = Goated

الجزء الثاني من الثلاثية ، الجزء يحتوي على العواطف والافكار والفن .. السرد ساحر

تجاوزت آخر مائتي صفحة منها، أهلكني هنري بثرثرته، صحيح أنها ممتعة، لكنه يتحدث حتى لا يكاد يصمت ، لا أدري متى سأعود إلى الجزء الثالث والأخير من هذه الثلاثية ..

This is just not my kind of book perhaps because I expected more in the second book of the series perhaps because there is just so much introspective you can take.

Come libro, si nota uno stacco stilistico enorme rispetto a Sexus. Viene completamente glissata la componente sessuale dei libri "giovanili" o "medi" di Miller per volgere ad una narrazione più matura; da pagliaccio triste. Splendido l'ultimo capitolo, come molto interessante lo stile on the road che ricorda un proto ☆ Keroauc. Sicuramente un libro più lungo, ma più intenso di Sexus.

Este é o segundo volume de "Rosa-Crucificação", a continuação da sua saga autobiográfica.
Senti mais maturidade, mais foco na procura, mais calma. Aparentemente menos caos, embora este esteja sempre presente como força motora, inspiração e alguma fonte de angústia.
Este não é o percurso de um homem comum.
Talvez por isso me perca nas suas reflexões, na observação do seu percurso e na sua descrição de personagens tão fora do ordinário como os seus amigos e Mona.
A Mona mente tanto...
"Há já muito tempo que o mundo conceptual é todo o mundo do homem. Nomear, definir, explicar... Resultado: angústia incessante. Expandir ou contrair o Universo ad infinitum: um jogo de sala. Brincar aos deuses em vez de tentar ser como Deus. "Deusar" , deusar"... e ao mesmo tempo não acreditar em nada. Vangloriar-se dos milagres da ciência e, no entanto, considerar o mundo circundante como um monte de trampa. Assustadora ambivalência! Optar por sistemas e nunca pelo homem. Negar o milagre que, através dos sistemas, homens erigiram em nome deles."

The most sincere and vulnerable Miller piece I’ve read to date. And nothing short of brilliant. To write as you think- what a great gift to your readers! This book is a great source of inspiration for me. So many thoughts and experiences that are intimately familiar to me, and even more such ones that feel completely alien but extremely interesting to read.

Yet an fascinating insight into Henry Miller's wondrous life, interrupted only by crazy and absurd dream scenarios that unconditionally show his genius and tell joy. Fun, subtle and interesting story filled with life facts:

"I don't care at all, even if she is the worst bitch in the whole world... She's the one I want... and no one else."

I know about that

Большая, местами пространная, многоуровневая, насыщенная грандиозным количеством отсылок к современной и классической культуре книга.
Вещи, которые зацепили меня сильнее всего:
* описания фактических событий, описывающие жизнь лирического героя в любовном треугольнике с женой и её возлюбленной, сумасшедшей художденицей;
* размышления о стезе современного писателя (и вообще творческого человека), с постоянными сравнением с прошлым мировым опытом, с биографиями таких людей, как Ван Гог;
* оды искусству, заставляющие самому проникутся уважением к описываемым предметам;
* меткие и запоминающиеся портреты сотен людей, знакомых и случайно встретившихся Миллеру;
* описание жизни героя, которому уже 36 лет, он безработный и живёт на содержании жены, родители и часть друзей считают его неудачником, другая часть друзей — забавным чудаком, а жена — гениальным писателем, несмотря на то, что он никогда не публиковался и свою книгу пишет в голове "несмываемыми" чернилами.
Я поймал себя на мысли, что при желании я могу придумать ещё пятнадцать таких пунктов, и ничуть не слукавлю написав, что это не всё. Книга показалась мне очень интересной, приятно умной (но не "заумной"), гораздо более целомудренной, чем "Сексус", и однозначно достойной прочтения.

Cuz Henry!

I really can enjoy Miller but this book became a bit of chore for me.

The plot is minimal, Henry (Val) is an aspiring writer who is experiencing the shady side of life and marriage (second). He relives and remembers characters from the past and present to generate 'writing'. All very interesting and literary chewing gum - but what's the point? Unlike his earlier novels there aren't really any standout scenes for me. At the end Miller gets really quite philosophical.

Vicariously the reader appears to be suffering the writer's journey of literary suffering - perhaps that was the point?

I'll finish the trilogy but I'm bracing myself not to enjoy it.