Henry Miller as personal journalist, I thought Max and the White Phagocytes was a terribly proficient ode to those who fall off the radar in the rat race and never really recover. I have met so many "Max" like souls in my time that this portrait was so accurate it was kind of upsetting. I like that Miller struggles with Max as a kind of projection of himself had he gone by the wayside. Miller always feared madness and that is what seems to have drawn him to so many people who are mad.

The World of Sex is terrific, especially with the original re-write sections put in the book. I love how Miller did this, and it does give us an insight into what process he uses to progress his writing. I particularly liked this work because Henry stayed away from his "pornography versus obscenity" rants which I don't think are very well deduced and perhaps a symptom of a D.H Lawrence phase or something.

However I found load of interesting views upon which to investigate further and a lot of good perspectives on which although aligned to my own, are just nice to read from somebody else who I admire. ( )