Henry Miller described himself as a confused, negligent, reckless, lusty, obscene, boisterous, thoughtful, scrupulous, lying, diabolically truthful man...filled with wisdom and nonsense. These letters, penned by the controversial author of Tropic of Cancer, Tropic of Capricorn and Black Spring, represent Henry Miller's sexual and moral summing-up. They chart the infatuation, marriage and eventual disillusionment of Miller with his fifth wife Hoki Tokuda, a talented Japanese musician almost fifty years his junior. In its almost dangerous candor and its melancholy recognition of love's failure to sustain happiness, this volume deserves to be viewed as the culminating statement of Miller's interior life.
had to stop reading as this era of Miller is just so odd to me - but it makes sense since he is in his late seventies. he sounds like an 70 year old who just meanders around shouting every single manic thought that passes through his declining pea brain. he also loves harping on about her "oriental vibes" which i suppose should have been assumed considering his other work and also his decline, but whatever. i read an interview where hoki talks about how grossed out she was with the amount of letters he would send and the way he would kiss. this book is the epitome of "girl you should be in the club". i know she was like 27, but i just can't read a book with this much of an age gap when the guy acts like a certified grandpa. not even a hot grandpa as well (yes they exist, e.g. Arnold Schwarzenegger, Harrison Ford). very blue pill guy core. ugh it made me think about that gross photo of aoki lee simmons and that geriatric millionaire on vacation. just deplorable.