by Henry Miller
I was traveling in Australia or maybe Hong Kong when I picked up Plexus in a youth hostel, and I was thrilled. Its one of the greatest beatnik novels ever. If you read about fifty pages in, and get to the scene in the Italian restaurant, you’ll get the picture, and know if you want to finish this very long crazy ride.
I didn’t know at the time that Miller was most well known for his frank and off handed telling of his sexual conquests. Plexus doesn’t have a lot of sex, for some reason. You can find that in Tropic of Capricorn, I think, or maybe Tropic of Cancer.
It is part of a trilogy: Sexus, Plexus and Nexus. Plexus remains my favorite. Nexus was a bit of a downer.