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Probably the best of Henry Miller's post-Paris fiction. I feel Miller lost a certain spark in his writing when he returned to America after 10 years living in Paris. That's not to say his works written after that period aren't good. Hell, if I wrote 'Sexus' or 'Nexus' I would die happy. That's how incredible a writer Miller was.