I missed reading this when I was plowing through Kerouac, Brautigan and Hunter S. Thompson as a youth, so I thought I'd revisit it now. I have to admit I'm torn.
My first impressions were that Miller is a total "bro", years before that archetype existed. He's obviously intelligent and well read, but I found his opinions on women and sex to be less progressive and more misogynistic and boorish. Then, doing the math, I realized he is nearly 40 during this period. I other words, embarrassingly old to be acting this way.
By the end of the book I found a lot that I loved about his writing - his quick, clever commentary on the world and human nature was spot on at points, and he uses language like a poet. But I don't think I actually like the guy whatsoever.
How did you feel about the book and Miller as a personality? Does he mellow with subsequent books?
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