Nexus (The Rosy Crucifixion, #3)

ISBN: 0802151787
ISBN 13: 9780802151780
By: Henry Miller

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Nexus, the last book of Henry Miller's epic trilogy The Rosy Crucifixion, is widely considered to be one of the landmarks of American fiction. In it, Miller vividly recalls his many years as a down-and-out writer in New York City, his friends, mistresses, and the unusual circumstances of his eventful life.

Reader's Thoughts

Sidharth Mohapatra

Brilliant, disturbing, difficult to come out of. It forces you to think.


Not as good as Plexus or some others. Still great, but not as inspiring to be creative or ecstatic about life and friends in the face of poverty.

Melting Uncle

The last and shortest volume of the Rosy Crucifixion Trilogy actually ended up feeling like the longest to me. I would rank this one around 3.25 out of 5. I really wanted to like it. There is not much plot to speak of, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but the book ended up feeling very repetitive and monotonous since HM writes all the characters with basically the same voice i.e. his own. There are lots of times when other characters tell Henry how brilliant he is and how great of a writer he could be. I started to wonder if maybe to get the most out of this book, you have to buy into this way of thinking and basically sit at the feet of the master HM as he spins yarn after yarn. Personally, I was never convinced that Henry was quite on the level of someone like Nietzsche or Jesus Christ, so I had difficulty engaging his every thought and flight of fancy. It just feels like he wanted to write an epic work, so he really went for it at the type-writer with barely any editing. Which results in the books feeling like they are full of filler. I'm sure Henry Miller was a very nice intelligent man, but I don't think, with this trilogy, that he quite succeeded in creating the eternal epic masterpiece he might have set out for.


Dreams of dog collars.


A bit boring...

Saharnaz s

يه جنگ رواني به تمام معناس..از اين نويسنده كتابي پيدا نكردم به غير از نكسوس كه به فارسي ترجمه شده باشه

Alex Schmidt

This serves as the perfect mix of Tropics and Sexus/Plexus. And if anyone knows the life of Henry Miller this makes sense. I felt like I was in a different world when I was reading this. It's style was potent enough to permeate my life at the time.

Nelson Zagalo

Absolutamente brilhante, toda a trilogia.


Dutch translation of "The Rosy Crucifixion Book Three Nexus" ... translations are difficult ... after reading the books in the language they were written, the Dutch versions seem contrived ...


You'll like Nexus if, like me, you're not hung up on plot and want to sink into ideas, regardless of their sequence/flow. The book is basically a waiting room -- Miller's killing time in Brooklyn before he can transform himself as writer in Paris. In the meantime, he's got a lot to say about love, family, sex, writing, god, death, and pretty well everything.Nexus is the third in a series, so if you haven't read the first two, you get the impression you're missing out on the specifics as to how he came to be living with his wife, Mona, as well as another flighty artist named Stasia. Stasia eventually leaves, and neither of them seem to care all that much what happened to her, and enjoy being free of her, though they both love(d) her. He calls it a "poverty-stricken sort of freedom... What a drab, dismal, fateful day that is when the lover suddenly realizes that he is no longer possessed, that he is cured, so to speak, of his great love!"No one can accuse Miller of trying to write about anything other than what he knows, so naturally a lot of the book is simply his thoughts on writing. He says point-blank what every aspiring writer has probably said to him/herself, but never had the balls to put into words. "The great question was that eternal, seemingly unanswerable one: What have I to say that has not been said before, and thousands of times, by men infinitely more gifted? Was it sheer ego, this coercive need to be heard? In what way was I unique? For if I was not unique then it would be like adding a cipher to an incalculable astronomic figure." And later, "Do you know what's the matter with me? I'm a chameleon. Every author I fall in love with I want to imitate -- if only I could imitate myself!" He's hard on himself, but has this refreshing way of accepting his shortcomings: "What could be more considerate -- better manners! -- than to treat thoughts, ideas, inspiration flashes, as flowers of delight? ... But to exploit (the idea), to send it out to work like a whore or a stockbroker, -- unthinkable. For me it was enough to have been inspired, not be perpetually inspired." Miller's descriptions are so original - the kind of scenes you'll have no choice but to think about again, when something will trigger it. He goes to sweaty, throbbing nightclub, for example, saying: "I merely craved to become like an ordinary mortal, a jellyfish, if you like, in the ocean of drift. I asked for nothing more than to be swished and sloshed about in an eddying pool of fragrant flesh under subaqueous rainbow of subdued and intoxicating lights." This is a portion of this huge, perfect image he creates of a dancefloor. I don't think I'll go out of my way to read the first two in the series unless they somehow fall into my possession, but if you love Miller's style, Nexus won't disappoint.

Epicarmo Papoula

Este foi um amigo muito importante, lido com vagar e cuidado. Henry Miller é meu irmão mais velho, conselheiro atento para meus momentos de insanidade, melancolia e alegria de viver. Sábio que se arrisca , poeta da crueza e da interioridade dilascerada. Meu amigo, meu irmão, eu vos apresento.

Randi Hope

Read my review for Sexus- it's basically the same thing.How many times do I want to read about someone else's sexcapades before I close the book and 'get some of my own'.


There is an element of the exotic and the animalistic in Miller, but at his core, he is a typical and rebellious American. He is equally at home comparing himself to a dog or to Jesus, and through these images, he traces his evolution from Wastrel to Want-Not Prophet, from his dingy childhood to idyllic Paris. On the surface, it is easy to see oneself in Miller's desperate attempts to sort out love, work, money, and art. ...and really, Miller is so likable in this last installment of The Rosy Crucifixion precisely because he is exactly like most other Americans: cursing our day jobs and fantasizing about the adventures we will have when we are fortunate enough to retire. I may be exaggerating a bit, but Miller manages--at least in part--to relish life and his role in it, regardless of both its glories and its flaws. He learns to let go, pick up, embrace everything, value nothing...this book almost reads like Miller's Enlightenment/Gnosis/Reincarnation/Resurrection...and that is the idea.Read the full review at BookWormWood (My Book Blog).


Nexus completes Miller's trilogy. At times, this book wanders a little. For the sake of completing the trilogy I powered through. Nexus definitely holds some gems that are worth finishing it to find.

Kumar Tushar

"If it was in bad taste, it was on the side of life"On to Sexus and Plexus now.

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