Henry Miller has long rocked the coconut propriety spreading bluntly his sexual appetite ... A burning desire, assumed and expeditious ... He does not like it ... satisfies a qualified middle of "bohemian" (" these famous artists who are not like us ") set the dune where very marginal life intersect (" Walk on the wild side ") ... His talent appears abruptly in these brilliant breakthroughs where grief in a dream, he snatches and transformed into words, phrases, text a deep desire to be, to exist, to accomplish ... An excellent writer intermittently (according to the status of those famous entertainers!)
