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Reader ☆ Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch 400 pages Download Ë Whence Henry Miller's title for this one of his most appealing books; first published in 1957 it tells the story of Miller's life on the Big Sur a section of California coast where he lived for fifteen yearsBig Sur is the portrait ofWhence Henry Miller's title for this one of his most appealing books; first published in 1957 it tells the story of Miller's life on the Big Sur a section of California coast where he lived for fifteen yearsBig Sur is the portrait of a place one of the most colorful in the Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch is delicious At a paragraph in my veins were already tingling at a page in it was a masterpiece And I’ve already albeit inwardly elected him my beloved godfather of literature and magnificent storytelling his words warm with a sense of home of comforting familiarity and all the same doling out wallops of wisdom and revolutionary thoughts

Reader ✓ Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch ☆ Henry Miller

Ller writes with a buoyancy and brimming energy that are infectious He has a fine touch for comedy But this is also a serious book the testament of a free spirit who has broken through the restraints and cliches of modern life to find within himself his own kind of paradise Some of the finest writing I've ever had the pleasure to readLove Henry Miller

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Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus BoschUS and of the extraordinary people Miller knew there writers and writers who didn't write mystics seeking truth in meditation and the not so saintly looking for sex cults or celebrity sophisticated children and adult innocents; geniuses cranks and the unclassifiableHenry Mi The final part makes this a great book the Devil in Paradise recounting of Henry Miller's relationship with Conrad Moricand fascinating in itself but also somewhat illuminating as the Miller's own character flaws and hypocrisies It's a famously savage rendering of a ridiculous French dandy who simply cannot cope in a world which does not revolve around serving his fine sensibilities It would be easy to see Moricand as a fool an example of all that was once pathetic and hopeless about the French aristocratic temperament which once filtered down through several strata of French or rather Parisian society I can only surmise that in spite of his professed Francopilia Miller would be relieved to know that Paris has now been considerable ungentrified and considerably Americanised albeit in a way which seems to leave its occupants awkward and confused about what precisely their role in the world is There's moments of wisdom mixed in with the duller character portrayals earlier in the book and gentle attempts to convince perhaps himself perhaps the world of the decency to be found in the proto hippy community at Big Sur Like so many middle aged men of intelligence Miller has escaped the soi disant air conditioned nightmare through religions of the east something which always makes me wary in western men And inevitably his appreciation of the thoughts of Krishnarama and so on become something of a fortress to reinforce his sense of having struggled survived and maintained himself I can't really decide whether Miller's glorification of his working class intelligence and toughness or Moricand's glorification of talcum powder is absurd It seems strange that he would defend so vigorously the American values which make life culturally tougher for say the French and attack viciously the American values which make like comfortably easier for Americans By the end I sympathised with Moricand than Miller simply because he is of an anomaly now than ever and he was pretty anomalous even then There were limits to Henry Miller's patience and he never fully escaped the protestant Anglo German moral foundry and as is typical it was made hypocritical with the introduction of 'eastern' thought into the mix the mess of individualism relative comfort self actualisation mindfulness and never ending morality or in other words everything Moricand could never be The honesty of the text cannot have been accidental and I can't believe Henry Miller was oblivious to how vulnerable he was making himself appear in publishing such a brutal assessment of his life with a man he chose to call a friend whom he brought to the land of over promise under deliver from the land which is the very opposite of that