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Ray Bradbury
  • Dandelion Wine
    Although it's only July 4th at the time of this writing, I can't help but think of the Doors' refrain, "Summer's almost gone." Maybe it's because I just finished rererereading Ray Bradbury's poignant and wise Dandelion Wine, a book that was a summertime rite of my adolescence. It had been at least ten years since I last read it, so it's hard for me to pinpoint why I find it so touchingly appropriate now. Is it because I have grown into the ideas of mortality framed by the narrative, or did those seeds so long ago sown burst into bloom at memory's touch? It is nostalgic without being maudlin, instructive without being pedantic. More...

Henry Miller
  • Opus Pistorum
    This is the book Miller wrote for an LA purveyor of smut in 1941 for a dollar per page. Originally, only five copies were made, handbound, and sold to top Hollywood producers. The epilogue, an affadvit sworn out by the book's sponsor, Martin Luboviski, in Paris in 1983 on the occasion of its first regular edition is an interesting footnote to Miller's literary career. The book itself is a paean to John Thursday, Miller's most notable protagonist and no doubt the guiding influence of much of his life and work. Predating Lolita by 14 years, the first few pages of Opus Pistorum (pidgin Latin for Miller's Work), while addressing similar May-September relations, makes Nabokov's masterpiece seem puritanical by comparison. There's no real story here, but each page thereafter is equally astounding, outrageous, and hilarious. I open it at random any time I'm looking for a laugh and/or cheap frisson. Recently reprinted as Under the Roofs of Paris, the card catalog description of this book is a hoot and, oddly, not too far from the truth. A must for Miller fans and for those seeking sexy textual thrills.

    Warning: contains language and adult situations

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