Picked this up at Henry’s house in Big Sur, expecting something akin to the Hemingway snippets on writing.

But Henry isn’t Ernest–this stuff comes from the gut, some if it barely readable, some of it brilliant, all of it full of vitality and power. Lots of quotable lines hidden in the onslaught of words. I particularly liked the final section, which concerns itself with obscenity. “You call me obscene for using the word ‘fuck,'” he says to his censors, “but you’re building armies and throwing atom bombs. Who’s obscene?”