This Mila Kunis week (see: Al's lovely posts!) is going to be briefly interrupted by the celebration of the fact that if Miss Anais hadn't died in the 1970s, she'd be....um, 104 years old! oh Anais, if I could only bake you a cake with soooo many candles. then I wouldn't be writing this blog anymore; I'd have a job on the Food Network.

you should all give her a go at some point. my favorite female writer ever ever ever. her writing is one of the most vivid things I've ever encountered in the literary world. she's best remembered for

a.) her erotica
b.) her diaries
c.) her relationship with that profane so American genius Henry Miller (whose work inspired Kerouac and others etc and the Tropic of Cancer wasn't legally available in America until the 1960s).
d.) her obsession with June, Henry's beautiful wife. this both a book (her most famous diary, probably) and an insanely hot movie with Uma Thurman. Kevin Spacey's also in it but who cares.

she was not bisexual, contrary to popular belief. shrug!

one thing about Anais: she celebrated the cult of the individual. and for that- the fact that above everything, she was true to herself, is one reason to revere Miss Nin, who lived in Spain and France but died a naturalized American citizen.

here is a site of collected memories of her by fellow writers, et al.

here's an interview in FRENCH!


If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness.
For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation. -Anais Nin


  1. I once tried to fap to her erotica. True story. My kindle will never be the same.

  2. god, I'm not surprised. my sister sent me this email I WANT A KINDLE and I said I'm not buying you one and her response was I KNOW THAT MORON


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