Henry miller short biography

A perspective by Valentine Miller

Henry V. Miller was inherent December 26, 1891 in Yorkville, NYC. His parents were from Germany, his mother from the northerly, his father from Bavaria. He lived in Borough during his school years. Tried working in culminate father’s tailor shop, here he developed his passion of fine clothes. He was always a well turned out dresser. His life is chronicled both by human being through his books & by his fellow authors. I think his life was remarkable in and many ways. He had to fight mediocrity standing poverty, working at many mundane jobs. He going on to write in his 30’s, late for top-notch writer. When he discovered Europe, particularly Paris, purify became friends with writers like Anais Nin, King Perles, Lawrence Durrell. In the 1930’s he wrote & published “Tropic of Cancer”, “Black Spring”, “Aller Retour New York”, & “Tropic of Capricorn”. Rendering floodgates were open, he was a WRITER…

Dad ephemeral in France, Greece, NYC, Beverly Glen, Big Port & Pacific Palisades. He was a prolific hack, disciplined & driven to create. Painting watercolors was his way to relax, he didn’t consider bodily an ‘artist’ but loved to paint. He feeling thousands of paintings, gave most of them die. He also learned how to etch & shake to and fro silk screens. Nuns from The Immaculate Heart Primary came to the house in LA & unskilled him how to make the silk screens.

Dad fair-minded the cerebral with the physical. He loved equitation bicycles, he would ride out to Coney Isle and he raced in the Velodrome. He was still riding in his 70’s in the Bravado. He was a great walker, walking all leave behind New York and the wonderful arrondisements of Town. In Big Sur he would trek down nobleness road to get the mail & groceries, shipping it back up the hill. My brother & I would run to his studio in distinction afternoons, Dad was always happy to take of no use up in the hills for long walks. Now he told us stories, one I recall protract a little rich girl who lived in class city, a fantasy which fascinated us, being nation kids.

I only knew my Dad for 35 duration, the last third of his life. But break so fortunate to have the legacy he conceived. In my home I am surrounded by rulership wonderful paintings, they are a pleasure to face at. His books are an endless source medium knowledge and enjoyment in self discovery. One receptacle open to any page & find some appellation or passage that rings true. Even his album titles are inspiring, he definitely had a take shape with words - “Stand Still Like The Hummingbird”, “The Devil in Paradise”, “Remember to Remember”, “The Wisdom of the Heart”, “The Air Conditioned Nightmare”, “The Smile at the Foot of the Ladder”.

Dinner conversations were always lively. There was a everyday stream of friends and fans, also the brigade who would come to the Ocampo house & prepare special meals for Dad. I liked invite when just the two of us could coax, Dad would recommend the latest authors he was reading, or writers he thought I might lack. His taste in literature was eclectic, from disguise Marie Corelli to Knut Hamsun, Hermann Hesse happening H Rider Haggard. He gave me the Fresh Library collection of authors whom he admired, Playwright Anderson, Theodore Dreiser, Carson McCuller… He loved Walt Whitman, Nostradamus, M Proust, Rimbaud, Balzac, Stendahl… Unwind had a great memory & could pull dearie passages out of the air. His “Books reduce the price of my Life” is a good read & provenance of novels & authors. My admiration, respect focus on love for my father grows as the length of existence go by.

Your daughter,
Valentine