Henry Miller on New York City

By Derek C. F. Pegritz | Read other chapters: Miscellany | | Email This Post | Print This Post
10
Jun
2008

You may wonder why I’m posting a link to a video of Henry Miller, author Tropic of Cancer, The Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy, et. al. on a site dedicated to science fiction and horror. Though they were practically contemporaries (Miller was a year younger than HPL), H. P. Lovecraft would’ve utterly hated Henry Miller—he would’ve loathed Miller’s writing, and would’ve thought him nothing more than a louche, unlettered lout.

But Henry Miller’s writing has, oddly enough, had a big impact on mine. The unrepentant bitterness of his words, as well as their venomous humor, suits my pallet just fine. In fact, I don’t think I could ever match Henry Miller’s above description of that seething hell that is New York City. I’m sure were Mr. Miller alive today, he’d be rooting for the Other Gods as he’s reading “City of Pillars.”

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