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Summary: If you're not turned on while reading this book ...
Review: ... then you need to go to your friendly back-alley novelty store to get yourself a quick fix! This is the first sexy Miller book I've read. (My first read was "Big Sur and the Oranges ...") Page by page, you'll find explicit scenes of unheard of acts of raw sex. ... The side effects of reading "Under the Roofs of Paris" are hard-ons, extreme moisture, and an ever-lasting hunger for that which we most crave. It's easy and fun to read. The language, though very blunt, makes this a quick page turner. Do your sexy side a favor and read Henry Miller.
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Summary: Turn to any page randomly...
Review: I actually tried this trick with several friends: Ask someone to open the book to any page and begin reading aloud. More than likely, they will only read a line or two before blushing. Although they cease reading aloud, they will usually smile and continue reading silently before replying. This trick says a lot about how many people approach this book. People don't want to admit that they like it, but if nothing else, find it interesting. Midget-boinking, statuatory rape, and gang-banging- certainly no one would consider these EROTIC! Depending on how one defines PORNOGRAPHY... actually, no matter HOW you define it, this book fits! Just keep in mind, this book is a collection of stories. Miller is famous (or infamous) for fabricating. (Read Brassai- "The Paris Years") My point? Don't make too much out of the 'dirty' aspect of this book. There is some really good writing worth finding- if you can stomach page after page of 'porn'.
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Summary: Very Helpful Pornography
Review: One cannot lug his audio-visual equipment everywhere he goes, and while keeping back issues of Hustler and Swank close at hand is an option, the chance that these less than wholesome rags may somehow slip out of the briefcase and lie spread open for all eyes on the rush hour LIR to see is not one those with sense would court. Under the Roofs of Paris is, therefore, perfect. On the commute the tired, yet horny, gentleman can peruse its pages secure in the knowledge that his rampant and all-engrossing sexual obssesion will not be discovered. Sure, the brain behind a set or two of prying eyes might know that the author, Henry Miller, wrote some "dirty books", but if it knows that, it knows that he wrote them a long time ago, back when dirty meant the sight of a woman's bare ankles. Chances are however, it won't even get that far. You see, Amazon's sales notwithstanding, people rarely read. They'd like to, even think they should, but they don't, and the guilt they feel at the sight of another engrossed in a book soon morphs into resentment, a resentment so powerful (Who does he think he is, anyway? Reading! Some of us have to work!) that the subject, or even the title, of the volume at hand goes unnoticed. So read away, Masters of the Universe. With Val and the boys your respectability remains in tact. They're better than Viagra. Cheaper too. Just a page or two and John Thursday will be good and ready for wifey's (or the babysitter's) figlet...
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Summary: Very Helpful Pornography
Review: One cannot lug his audio-visual equipment everywhere he goes, and while keeping back issues of Hustler and Swank close at hand is an option, the chance that these less than wholesome rags may somehow slip out of the briefcase and lie spread open for all eyes on the rush hour LIR to see is not one those with sense would court. Under the Roofs of Paris is, therefore, perfect. On the commute the tired, yet horny, gentleman can peruse its pages secure in the knowledge that his rampant and all-engrossing sexual obssesion will not be discovered. Sure, the brain behind a set or two of prying eyes might know that the author, Henry Miller, wrote some "dirty books", but if it knows that, it knows that he wrote them a long time ago, back when dirty meant the sight of a woman's bare ankles. Chances are however, it won't even get that far. You see, Amazon's sales notwithstanding, people rarely read. They'd like to, even think they should, but they don't, and the guilt they feel at the sight of another engrossed in a book soon morphs into resentment, a resentment so powerful (Who does he think he is, anyway? Reading! Some of us have to work!) that the subject, or even the title, of the volume at hand goes unnoticed. So read away, Masters of the Universe. With Val and the boys your respectability remains in tact. They're better than Viagra. Cheaper too. Just a page or two and John Thursday will be good and ready for wifey's (or the babysitter's) figlet...
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Summary: Fun and sex craved
Review: Save your money. If you're looking for sex scenes, the ones in SEXUS are better anyway, and that's a real Miller book. Under the Roofs was published long after Miller's death. It's some porn that he wrote for $1 a page while in Hollywood, for some wealthy gent, in the days before you could buy porn in a bookstore. Not up to Miller's standards, which is probably why it wasn't published in his lifetime.
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Summary: This is not appropriate for train reading.
Review: This is like straight-up porn, for your imagination of course. There is virtually no story. If there is, it certainly gets overshadowed by all the sex. It took me long to read this, and it's because I couldn't get over what was going on. There'd be single paragraphs which I'd read over and over... I guess I couldn't believe my eyes. To think up these things is one thing, but to see it written out, is another entirely. This was one of my train-reading books... while I was commuting to work, I'd read on the train. I read THIS book on the train. I'm a lady. I could never divulge the sort of things I had to do before heading to jobs after reading parts of this book. You can physically feel the things that are going on. It's sick, in a good way. If you're up for any of the things mentioned in here, I'd say this book might make a GREAT gift as well. I highly recommend it.
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Summary: Fun and sex craved
Review: Though I had previously read three books from Miller I did not know of this one until I found it by chance in a German bookstore. I read it in German and was intrigued by Miller's pubescent yet intelligent and amusing obsession with sex--at least the obsession is more evident here than in his other works I've read. One thing however: I had to put the book aside for about a month before taking it up once again to finish it because nothing but crazy sex scenes for 200 or so pages requires a pause! It can get to be a bit much, and is not for the faint of heart sometimes (e.g. a rape is described). I came back to the States now for a bit and looked for the book in English. The American publisher has changed the title from the original "Opus Pistorum" (lat. "Miller's Work") to a cutsy-paris-travel-guide sounding title. If you read the book you'll agree that a better title would have been "John Thursday in Paris".
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Summary: This is not appropriate for train reading.
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