Henry Miller:So here we are, you and I, walking backward through the flames of my life—not to mourn, but to marvel. If you're looking for a polished tale, you've cracked open the wrong skull. My story is sweat and ink, wine and tears, filth and brilliance. I've been the child who wept in secret, the man who howled in public, the lover who shattered everything he … [Read more...] about Walking Beside Henry Miller Through His Darkest Hours