Meika's Reviews > Sexus

I bought this book as a souvenir for a trip to New York - it seemed more relevant and memorable than picking up one of those $5 I *heart* NY t-shirts peddled at every tourist stop and street stand in the city.
I knew what i was getting myself into, having read portions of the diary of Anais Nin... and Mr. Miller did not disappoint. I'm still reeling from everything that's in the book, most of which i feel was lost on me. But if you read with a certain amount of surrender, not unlike that required to listen to a crazy person in a bar, you'll catch moments of startling lucidity. Of course it's some of the raciest erotica i've read, but it's much more relevant to human experience than some smutty porn that calls itself literary.