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I read a few Henry Millers when I was younger. Though he had too sunny a disposition for my literary taste. I preferred the the semi-autobiographical novel of Louis-Ferdinand Celine (Journey to the End of the Night), who was Henry Miller's contemporary and essentially his evil twin-- in both literature and life (be warned). Similar wild anarchic adventures (though concerned with travel rather than sex), a beautiful and unique writing style, but much more dark and pessimistic.