
The Air-Conditioned Nightmare
Volume one — the road survey this collection continues and softens.
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by Henry Miller
Volume two of the Nightmare: America surveyed again — but the heart of the book is the long, aching essay remembering France.
The 1947 sequel to The Air-Conditioned Nightmare keeps the American survey going — portraits of painters and holdouts, the notorious polemic against American bread — but its center is the great title essay: Miller, unable to return to a France just out of the war, remembering everything the decade there had given him. Exile literature written from the wrong direction: the American abroad, stranded at home. (A collection — nothing here to spoil.)
Billed as the second volume of The Air-Conditioned Nightmare, the 1947 collection actually runs on homesickness. The long title essay is Miller's love letter to France, written when the war had made return impossible and the Paris decade had begun to feel like a previous life: the streets, the poverty, the friendships, the whole education in living that America, in his accounting, could not have provided at any price. It stands with the best of his Paris writing precisely because Paris is out of reach in it.
Around the centerpiece, the American survey continues: loving portraits of artists Miller championed — the mosaic-boat builder Jean Varda, the painter Beauford Delaney — the essay 'The Staff of Life,' his half-comic, wholly serious demolition of American bread as the white-flour proof of a civilization's decline, and 'Obscenity and the Law of Reflection,' his most sustained answer to the censors who had kept his major books contraband for over a decade. The mix is the middle Miller entire: rage and reverence, bread and metaphysics, in the same shopping bag.
The title essay leads: France remembered at book length, from the vantage of a postwar America that had never felt less like home. Then the gallery — Varda the scavenger-genius of the California coast, Beauford Delaney glowing in his Greene Street studio — and the polemics: 'The Staff of Life,' in which the state of American bread convicts the entire civilization, and 'Obscenity and the Law of Reflection,' Miller's considered case against censorship, written by its most famous target.
Read the title essay when you have a quiet evening; read 'The Staff of Life' when you need to laugh at a jeremiad that happens to be right.
What France gave him, counted out at the moment he couldn't return — among the finest things the expatriate decade ever produced, written after it ended.
Miller's genius for other artists at full warmth — both men owed their wider fame in part to these pages.
Sixty pages before anyone said 'processed food' — furious, funny, and annoyingly vindicated.
1930s
The Paris decade the title essay remembers — the hunger years Miller later counts, from exile at home, as the education America could not have given.
1947
New Directions publishes the collection as volume two of The Air-Conditioned Nightmare, its center the long title essay on a France just out of the war and out of reach.


Volume one — the road survey this collection continues and softens.
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The France being remembered — the hunger years the title essay counts as riches.
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The same California art-talk world — Hiler's pamphlet, Miller's painter portraits.
Read our takeHenry Miller. New Directions published it in 1947 as the second volume of The Air-Conditioned Nightmare.
It continues the American survey — portraits of painters and holdouts, the polemic against American bread — but its center is the long title essay: Miller, unable to return to a France just out of the war, remembering everything the decade there had given him.
Miller's half-comic, wholly serious essay arguing that American white bread is the white-flour proof of a civilization's decline — the collection's most quoted piece.
Yes. "Obscenity and the Law of Reflection" is Miller's fullest reply to the bans that had kept his major books contraband — obscenity, he argues, lives in the eye that finds it.
It is billed as volume two of The Air-Conditioned Nightmare, continuing and softening that road survey, but where the first raged this one runs on homesickness.