After Henry left Big Sur he moved to LA, where he lived in Echo Park, worked at a record store, and started a band that he subsequently described as “late Moby Grape meets early Standells.”

JK.

He actually lived in the “Palisades” (not to be confused with a similarly-named urban refuge 3,000 miles away that also spawned one of my favorite songs; below) and while we have some vague moral issue with showing a satellite image of that house, well, here’s a satellite image of that house.

Viewed from this altitude is has a distinct Melrose Place vibe – a fortuitous development made possible by the fact that for the first time in his life, Miller was finally receiving royalty checks.

“Tropic of Cancer” was famously deemed obscene and the case was taken to the Supreme Court in 1963.  It was declared “un-obscene” and thereby legal in 1964, and then the floodgates opened.

Following the trial, in 1964–65, other books of Miller’s which had also been banned in the US were published by Grove Press: Black Spring, Tropic of Capricorn, Quiet Days in Clichy, Sexus, Plexus and Nexus.

No wonder he had a pool!

It was here that from 1963, to his death in 1980, Miller played the role of elder statesman/wise man/wise elder statesman who posed with shockingly beautiful women (top right).