Henry Miller 
Books in My Life 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. There are three magazines I forgot to mention when Speaking of good magazines: jugend, The Enemy (edited by that amazing, bright spirit, Wyndham Lewis), and The Masque of Gordon Craig. And now a word about the man to whom this book is dedicated – Lawrence Clark Powell. It was on one of his visits to Big Sur that this individual, who knows more about books than any one I have ever had the good fortune to meet, suggested that I write (for him if for no one else) a short book about my experience with books. Some months later the germ, which had always been dormant, took hold. After writing about fifty pages I knew that I could never rest content with a summary account of the subject. Powell knew it too, no doubt, but he was cunning or discreet enough to keep it to himself. I owe Larry Powell a great deal. For one thing, and it is a big to me because it means the correction of a false attitude, I owe him my present ability to view librarians as human beings, very live human beings, sometimes.