Henry Miller was a Dickhead

Henry Miller was a famous writer back in the thirties and later. A lot of people have even heard of him today.

He wrote one of my favourite books, not the most famous, Tropic of Cancer, but Sexus, which is heaps of fun, a bit wild and probably really self-indulgent. But I read it at an impressionable age, and I will love it forever.

Henry Miller worked for a giant telecommunications company, sending boys and men out with telegrams to hand-deliver. Things were different back then. He worked there until he reached 30, when he had an epiphany of sorts, and left his wife for a dance hall floozy named June, and started plotting with her to run away to Europe. Eventually they got to Paris, from where he launched his literary career. His books had rude words and sex scenes, so they were banned for a long time. Marketing genius, the rest was easy. It's all described in his Rosy Crucifiction trilogy, of which Sexus is book one. Rosy Crucifiction relating to his transformation between the ages of 30 and 33, just as Jesus began preaching as a carpenter at 30, and was nailed up as a deity three years later. Miller described the company that employed him as a telegraph delivery despatcher as the Cosmodemonic Telegraph Company. Quite a coincidence, hey?

Henry Miller was also a dickhead, but we like him anyway.