Paris 1928

De: Henry Miller

Narrado por: Lynn Hard

“That night I didn’t sleep a wink. It wasn’t the bedbugs that kept me awake, it was Europe, the horror and misery, which penetrated it through and through.”

Henry Miller's Nexus was censored fifty years ago, while Miller and his publishers fought for freedom of speech. Nexus II was never published, and looks at his first trip to Paris and Europe in 1928, a world on the edge of the Great Depression.

Paris 1928 collates these unpublished memoirs as Henry Miller wished, together with the censored pages from Nexus.

©2012 Estate of Henry Miller. Published in association with John Libbey & Tom Thompson (P)2012 Bolinda Publishing

Reseñas de la Crítica

"Scintillating, bewildering, profound, "Nexus" has a kind of brawling magnificence that could only emerge from the mind and imagination of a genuine artist." (The Daily Telegraph)

"Miller gives full rein to his knowledge of human beings and finds obvious delight in writing about an erotic, disorderly sort of existence." (The Guardian)

"Miller’s PARIS 1928 grabs the reader from the beginning. Based upon Miller’s own experience in the City of Lights between the wars, the relatively short work covers a broad range of topics, including the impending Depression and the author’s diverse ruminations. The work, which encountered censorship when it was first written, excels in audio as performed by Lynn Hard. He captures Miller’s intense prose and offers a personal glimpse into the man known for such provocative books as THE TROPIC OF CANCER and NEXUS. Hard is simply terrific, delivering every line with enthusiasm and an ideal mix of wonder, irreverence, and heart." (AudioFile Magazine)

Not Cancer continued, but still Paris in the 20s..

If you're a huge fan of Tropic of Cancer like me, this unfortunately is not more of the same. More of a straight travel memoir. Enjoyable nonetheless, but if Cancer is five stars (I'd give it more if I could!), this is 3.

The pre-Cancerous Parisian Miller

In this rare Henry Miller book that I'd never heard of before, the just-arrived-inParis, ribald Miller introduces us to his wife, Mona, a fictional version of his wife, June, who waltzes him merrily and reluctantly around the continent. It's a typically mischievous Milleresque romp, culminating with a salacious and deliciously auditory climax of pornography, complete with insatiable nymphomaniacs, phalluses the size of fairy tales, manually-manipulated candles, over-reaching and willing anuses, and unlimited descriptions of sexual fluids. A must read for all fans of the famously-censored literary giant of sensuous fantasmagoria.

Narrator is too cherubic to read Miller

Love this book and the narrator is great, flawless....however he reads through the content too fast and he really sounds too cherubic to read Miller the way that I hear his literary voice in my mind. I palate the book by putting it on 80% speed.

Poor penmanship

Disjointed, poorly written, superficial and vulgar reflection on the his trip to France. Ending seems to be tugged from another work. Mentions Dostoevsky, Hamsun, Mann although himself lacks any depth or value.