Quiet Days in Clichy

"Quiet days", PFSH, as if. This book is basically Miller's raw and honest depiction of successive sexual events interspersed with semi-philosophical walks through the city of Paris, usually in search of the next whore he can pick up. Made me wonder if all men are such PIGS. It's hard to imagine this is the man Anaïs Nin fell in love with, although he does obviously exude a viral energy that must have had its appeal. Not a fan but I'm glad I read it nonetheless.