June 26, 1997
SAN FRANCISCO -- The life of Henry Miller, author, pornographer, celebrated lover -- including a first draft of his "Tropic of Capricorn" -- is up for sale."
August 17, 1991
There are not many occasions when the word "literary" can be applied accurately and affectionately to television programming. But what a nice exception is the HBO Showcase series "Women & Men 2," premiering on the premium cable network at 9 p.m. tomorrow.In part that is because the trilogy of half-hour set pieces has been drawn from short stories by Irwin Shaw, Carson McCullers and Henry Miller.But more than that, this second edition of the series (the first was seen a year ago) has the texture of a "good read," with meticulous attention to background detail and an involving theme that draws the viewer into intimacy with the characters.
March 12, 1995
For those captivated by Anais Nin's persona, her fiction, her erotica or her diaries - or for those who love to hate her - one aspect of her endures beyond her death: her mystery. Or, more accurately, her lies.She remained an enigma even to herself, despite a lifetime of analysis, as biographer Deirdre Bair makes clear in "Anais Nin: A Biography." A "major minor writer," as Ms. Bair describes her, Nin showed the world only what she most wanted it to see, especially in the works that established her reputation: her diaries.
February 15, 2002
John Henry Miller, a former restaurateur who founded a stained-glass business, died of heart failure Feb. 8 at a hospital in Billings, Mont. He was 88 and lived in Kingsville for nearly half a century before moving to Cheyenne, Wyo., 15 years ago. A member of the family that founded the now-defunct Miller Brothers Restaurant in downtown Baltimore, he managed the Kingsville Inn on Belair Road from 1950 to 1962, and owned Perry House in the Perry Hall...
October 5, 1990
Henry Miller was like Yeats' rough beast slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, except that he had to slouch to Paris to be published.But published he was, perhaps an inevitable figure, but a necessary one: He got sex -- or, rather, the sex act -- into the American novel, in all its sweaty, wet, seething glory. He was to sex as James Jones was to war: a terrible writer whose vision and guts far outclassed his talent. Oh brother, did it ever.As he was obsessed with literature and sex, he was obsessed with their natural union -- that is, a woman: his wife, June Smith, a dance hall girl he met in 1923.
November 8, 1993
A column in yesterday's business section referred incorrectly to furniture maker Herman Miller Inc. as Henry Miller Inc.The Sun regrets the errors.Several times a month, a professional book comes across my desk, sent by publishers on the odd chance that I may have enough time for a thoughtful review.Most are outstandingly unimpressive, in my opinion. They rehash old management concepts, or brazenly hawk some "new" fund-raising concepts that have been used successfully by practitioners for decades.