Sad Flower in the Sand
Got an e-mail about the HC and sadly had to pass because the money all dried up. Ah well...
Bill, a very gracious offer by you. How does this work if I already told Al I pass because he doesn't take Paypal? I can email him again, but perhaps he's already promised the hardcover I would have gotten to someone else. I'll write him, and if it's still available, Paypal you. Much Thanks.
"It was also around this time that he told me that he had received a letter from [Henry] Millers son. He praised Bukowski as a great writer - almost as good as his old man. I never saw the letter, but I would read his account of it in a book of his published letters, Living on Luck. In it there is corresponcence to associates where he refers at least twice to this letter. Both times he tells the respective recipients that Miller's son "Larry" wrote the letter. What's odd about this is that my brother's name was Larry Miller, and my father was also a writer. Henry has only one son that I'm aware of and his name is Tony or Anthony. I now wonder if that letter he was so proud of was actually from my brother".
[To Carl Weissner]
February 13, 1976
[...] In fact, today I got a letter with return address of Henry Miller, Pacific Palisades, and I thought, my my, is the old man bending to write me? But when I opened it up it was from his son, one Larry Miller. Ah well. He praised Factotum, part of which goes:
"...I guess I just wanted to say thank you for being the first writer since reading my father that has made me feel that all is not lost in literature today; especially a sense of reality that seems to have escaped nearly everyone else..."
Oh, Cupcakes...she's got it. Miss Pussycat of 1973, she's 23, brains, body,
spirit...Flaming red hair, long...she's in front of my bedroom mirror now
combing that flame as I type this to you. she'll be the death of me, but it's worth
it, pal. [***]
[To Louise Webb]
January 2, 1979
[...] I guess you know old Henry Miller is still alive? His son wrote me a while (Larry) and told me that I was the world's greatest writer. I told him to look over his shoulder and he'd find him. (He lives with Henry.) [...]