" I'd never read Henry Miller before. I don't understand the appeal. His quasi-philosophical ramblings go on for pages and pages. It's like two separate books intertwined. There's a few pages of plot, of events, of decipherable narrative, then there's several pages of long winded metaphysical nonsense cloaked in the false legitimacy of "literature." If he were to cut the latter, I could have finished this. Of course, then I don't know what would set him apart from a host of other alcoholic, misogynistic, "outsider" American writers. "
— Bobby, 1/31/2014