Mi favorito de la trilogía. Las referencias a la juventud y a la escritura, y Mona siendo una de mis personajes favoritas.

Just so you know, I started reading the second book in the series. I have never read the first book. This was a book given to me by a Spanish teacher in the school I taught at this year in Spain. I had nothing else to read so I gave it a go, branching off from my usual genre of fantasy books. This book was a pain, physically and mentally. Physically: With just a gust of wind on a beach in Southern Spain, the first 20 pages flew out of this ancient book, and I had to sprint on the sand to catch them all. Mentally: Henry Miller would just ramble on about nonsense and jump back to the main story of his journey of becoming an author. Literally the story jumped to random scenes of him and his wife participating in friendly orgies. I enjoyed the main story line but the philosophical rants were a bit much for me, taking my mind away from the story. But again, I never read the first book.

Creo que nunca se me va a olvidar en el ultimo capitulo como explica lo innecesario del sufrimiento, pero que para llegar a esa idea es necesario el sufrimiento con fundamento, para poder llegar al estado de plenitud y equilibrio que podemos llamar el mas allá de la vida, referido dentro de la misma vida no a la vida después de la muerte. Llegar a comprender la infinitud de la vida y la infinitud de la muerte. No hay finito. Hay vivos o muertos. (O así al menos interpreto sus palabras)

This one is a complex and intense exploration of the human condition, definitely not an easy read! The book richly details the protagonist's tumultuous life, and is filled with philosophical musings and vivid descriptions. However, the narrative is meandering and disjointed, making it a challenging read. Although Miller's writing is raw and unfiltered, it comes often quite off-putting due to its explicit content and sometimes bleak outlook. While "Plexus" offers a unique literary experience, I think it's best suited for readers who appreciate experimental and introspective literature.

This book could've used some editing. A lot of it actually. Sadly Miller wanted to keep it intact and instructed his publisher not to change a thing.
"When he's good, he's good. When he's bad, he's really bad" (C. Bukowski on Miller).

This has got to be one of the books that affected me the most as a young intellectual in the making, and as a young writer, of course. I mean, the whole "Rosy Crucifiction" defined me, but by many criteria, "Plexus" is the richest book in the trilogy. It is madly full of events, places, interesting and grotesque characters, ideas, philosophies, descriptions, fantasies, deductions, and thing makes a small universe made exlcusively of ideas, thoughts and words. I can not describe Millers writing style in the "Crucufiction" as anything but a machine gun fire. He is so full of observations, memories and thoughts that he is ready to burst at any point. In which other book can you find elements of autobiography, modernist prose, surrealism, philosophy, realism, pornography, ludism, picaresque shit, and so on and so on... Not to mention how Miller's personal attitude of living just in today and letting problems sort themselves out is extremely fascinating.
In short, this book is rich as a ripe grapefruit the size of the Sun!

It wasn 19t exactly what I expected, but it didn 19t disappoint me, either. It 19s full of life, pure life, in all its forms, thoughts, colours and sensations, all typical of Henry Miller. It 19s a pleasure to read and a long immersion into someone else 19s life, as real as any.

The 3rd Book I have read from Mr Miller. Plainly put of millerism was a religion I would be a follower amazingly written and wonderful to digest to!!!!

Way more cryptic and introspective than Sexus. I feel it is all a great prelude for the last stop.

This particular six-hundred page tome, similar in scope to the previous one (Sexus) is considerably less sexy relative to much of Miller's library. Again much of it takes place in an America between wars and in a kind of quiet desperation that marks much of his efforts (in fact he often compares himself to Hamsun who famously wrote a book called simply Hunger). Miller rambles and you feel much like some great uncle is telling you stories about his youth, interrupting himself with asides, philosophy, humor, and wide-ranging and mostly wholly nonsense theorizing (much of that seemingly purely for entertainment purposes but also probably popular at the time). In this set of ramblings he ambles into North Carolina for a bit hoping to take advantage of some easier living. Of course, it's not much easier and he's immediately forced to play some tricks and take full advantage of some hospitality. The slice of Americana he dishes is not one you'll easily find anywhere else being both long before Kerouac took up the subject matter, and also much more forthcoming than Kerouac ever could be. Miller is always a pleasure and while you'll sometimes find yourself shaking your head or laughing at his antics he's always a treat. He surprised me by not being as much of a bigot as was the norm for his period (lord knows my own grandfolks sure were!).

There are parts of this that I really enjoyed - Miller meets a lot of usual people - but his suggestions on philosophical stuff leaves me in the dust. I haven't read as widely in that genre, so I get easily confused. The other thing that irritated me here - although it's throughout his books, for some reason it was more annoying in this one - was their constantly bumming off of people. And his getting annoyed when some turned him down.

Nectar from a source. A clearer stream amongst murky waters... Cosmococic wonders abound