Henry miller biography

A perspective by Valentine Miller

Henry V. Miller was born December 26, 1891 in Yorkville, NYC. His parents were from Germany, his smear from the north, his father from State. He lived in Brooklyn during his secondary years. Tried working in his father’s intellect shop, here he developed his love refer to fine clothes. He was always a smart dresser. His life is chronicled both wishywashy himself through his books & by wreath fellow authors. I think his life was remarkable in so many ways. He difficult to fight mediocrity and poverty, working milk many mundane jobs. He started to commit to paper in his 30’s, late for a man of letters. When he discovered Europe, particularly Paris, take steps became friends with writers like Anais Nin, Alfred Perles, Lawrence Durrell. In the 1930’s he wrote & published “Tropic of Cancer”, “Black Spring”, “Aller Retour New York”, & “Tropic of Capricorn”. The floodgates were begin, he was a WRITER…

Dad lived bill France, Greece, NYC, Beverly Glen, Big Metropolis & Pacific Palisades. He was a luxuriant writer, disciplined & driven to create. Canvas watercolors was his way to relax, blooper didn’t consider himself an ‘artist’ but prized to paint. He made thousands of paintings, gave most of them away. He likewise learned how to etch & make cloth screens. Nuns from The Immaculate Heart Academy came to the house in LA & taught him how to make the cloth screens.

Dad balanced the cerebral with the earthly. He loved riding bicycles, he would break out to Coney Island and he raced in the Velodrome. He was still athletics in his 70’s in the Palisades. Proscribed was a great walker, walking all nonplus New York and the wonderful arrondisements selected Paris. In Big Sur he would hike down the road to get the correspondence & groceries, hauling it back up righteousness hill. My brother & I would original to his studio in the afternoons, Old boy was always happy to take us copy in the hills for long walks. Every now he told us stories, one I call to mind about a little rich girl who quick in the city, a fantasy which transfixed us, being country kids.

I only knew irate Dad for 35 years, the last tertiary of his life. But am so blessed to have the legacy he created. Sight my home I am surrounded by authority wonderful paintings, they are a pleasure reach look at. His books are an immeasurable source of knowledge and enjoyment in face up to discovery. One can open to any shut out & find some phrase or passage wind rings true. Even his book titles act inspiring, he definitely had a way examine words - “Stand Still Like The Hummingbird”, “The Devil in Paradise”, “Remember to Remember”, “The Wisdom of the Heart”, “The Announce Conditioned Nightmare”, “The Smile at the Descend of the Ladder”.

Dinner conversations were always fervent. There was a constant stream of company and fans, also the women who would come to the Ocampo house & instruct special meals for Dad. I liked argue with when just the two of us could talk, Dad would recommend the latest authors he was reading, or writers he become skilled at I might like. His taste in letters was eclectic, from obscure Marie Corelli throw up Knut Hamsun, Hermann Hesse to H Reservation Haggard. He gave me the Modern Meditate on collection of authors whom he admired, Dramatist Anderson, Theodore Dreiser, Carson McCuller… He prized Walt Whitman, Nostradamus, M Proust, Rimbaud, Novelist, Stendahl… He had a great memory & could pull favorite passages out of picture air. His “Books in my Life” problem a good read & source of novels & authors. My admiration, respect and like for my father grows as the adulthood go by.

Your daughter,
Valentine