
Sexus
'I was approaching my thirty-third year, the age Christ was crucified. A wholly new life lay before me.' Henry Miller called the end of his life in America and the start of a new, bohemian existence in 1930s Paris his 'rosy crucifixion'. His searing fictionalized autobiography of this time of liberation was banned for nearly twenty years. Sexus, the first volume in The Rosy Crucifixiontrilogy, looks back to his early sexual escapades in Brooklyn, and his growing infatuation with the playful, teasing dance hall hostess who will become the great obsession of his life. 'American Literature begins and ends with the meaning of what Miller has done.' Lawrence Durrell
Reviews

Nelson Zagalo@nzagalo
Absolutamente brilhante, toda a trilogia.

Ture Strange Nilsson@ture
One of the best, left me dumbfucked for months

Savas Yazici@savas
Only an idiot will think this book is pornographic. It is a master piece in literature... Miller is as strong as Dostoyevsky in this book in terms of analysing desire, jealosy, and pleasure.

Sofia Collodel@sophiie91

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Eric Kettunen@kettunen_eric

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