From Callie Hitchcock (3:AM Magazine):
If Baudelaire thought of love as “the traditionally artistic attempt to escape boredom,” then Anaïs Nin waged a war of attrition. Nin’s effusive narrative, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin 1939-1947, chronicles the vast annals of love and literature in the first 8 years Nin came to the United States after fleeing Paris and the encroaching WWII. This compilation of entries has been re-printed in 2013 after Nin’s second/simultaneous husband, Rupert Pole, commissioned them the year her first husband, Hugh Guiler died in 1985. However, Nin’s diary is not just a torrid, Don Juan-esque description of her sexual exploits. She also probes deeply into concepts like love and happiness with the spasmodic élan of a woman on fire. She is a neurotic, a visionary, and a ravenous epicurean of the known world. [Read More]
Is that really Henry Miller? Miller met Nin (as far as I know) in ’31, when he was 40… he would have been well bald by then, I think. That looks a lot like Hugo Guiler. I think the Internet is working its magic on us, here…
(wink)
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Ha! You have a good eye! The caption was automated in this case, and I must have let it slip by. Thanks for pointing that out! 🙂
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The Internet is patient and tireless but we cannot let it win! Laugh
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