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I read almost everything Nin wrote when I was younger, and admired her a great deal. Now, much older, I find myself strangely bored by all the sex. It seems like all she thinks about is sex. She swoons so much about Henry Miller it makes me want to throw up. She slept with everyone, it seems like--even her therapists and her father. Of course the sex with her father is disturbing, but at the end of the day it's a bit boring because it's just like the sex with everyone else. As much as I admire her as a writer, this journal reminds me of something a smart, sex-crazed teenager might write. Where are her thoughts on what's going on with the world? Her readings? Philosophy? Is sex really the only thing for her?