Sunday January 7, 2007 was the first time the Library showed up on Google search! It was an article titled “Big Sur without the Crowds.”
If you can’t get past the paywall, we “hacked” it so you can read the relevant verbiage below the image!
It was not until we were on our way back toward San Francisco on Tuesday morning that we remembered to stop at the Henry Miller Memorial Library. The small library features a reading room, shop and hot coffee, and is the host of workshops, readings and special events. Nina’s father makes a cameo as a toddler urinating on a billiard table in Miller’s novel “Sexus,” so we thought we might go and brag about this to whomever we might find inside.
We pulled the car onto the side of the road under the big trees before the library, a modest shingle-roofed house, set back in a hollow. There was nobody around, but the gate was opened a crack, so I slipped inside, not seeing the sign propped against a pile of firewood: Closed Tuesdays. I walked across the wet grass strewn with sculptures and bric-a-brac, put a foot on the wet deck, and looked into the house to see a figure sitting on the floor surrounded by books. He looked up, and our eyes met, and I remembered reading of Miller’s annoyance at tourists pulling up to his house and demanding sandwiches.
“One’s destination is never a place,” he wrote too, “but rather a new way of looking at things.”