The Books in My Life
Norfolk: New Directions, 1952. Octavo. Tan boards with foxing on the top edges of the boards and minor soiling and discoloration to the bottom edges, also foxing affecting the edges of the text block with minor penetration to the interior and a small nick to the fore edge of the text block. Jacket is chipped, torn, and soiled along the spine but still in one piece, now protected in mylar. First edition, signed by Miller on the front end-paper. Good.
Miller's gorgeous love letter to the books that shaped him, signed in Big Sur.
“ . . . if my memory serves me right, here is my genealogical line: Boccaccio, Petronius, Rabelais, Whitman, Emerson, Thoreau, Maeterlinck, Romain Rolland, Plotinus, Heraclitus, Nietzsche, Dostoievsky (and other Russian writers of the Nineteenth Century), the ancient Greek dramatists, theElizabethan dramatists (excluding Shakespeare), Theodore Dreiser, Knut Hamsun, D. H. Lawrence, James Joyce, Thomas Mann, Elie Faure, Oswald Spengler, Marcel Proust, Van Gogh, the Dadaists and Surrealists, Balzac, Lewis Carroll, Nijinsky, Rimbaud, Blaise Cendrars, Jean Giono, Celine, everything I read on Zen Buddhism, everything I read about China, India, Tibet, Arabia, Africa, and of course the Bible, the men who wrote it and especially the men who made the King James version, for it was the language of the Bible rather than its “message” which I got first and which I will never shake off.”