I started reading Henry Miller as a teenager: the Tropic books, the Nexus, Sexus, Plexus books, then later Quiet Days in Clichy, The Air-Conditioned Nightmare and other offshoots like Black Spring or Big Sur. There was always disgruntlement in the books, an anger and belittling of women and the overriding sense of poverty, yet it's easy to forget that Henry Miller came from a well-heeled family with the comfort of clean, heated rooms and good clothing and watching over his education.
By the time he reached old age, the damage had been done. He was a writer of "dirty books." Cartoons appeared of his as a leering bedroom voyeur peeking into bedrooms, the patron saint of the "Playboy" interview. While a younger generation embraced his seemingly sexual freedom, they overlooked his multiple marriages because he viewed cooking and housework as "women's work," and it should be done by a woman. He didn't like the Beats, except for Kerouac, He thought by viewing his work as the bible of the sexual revolution, they were overlooking his deeper thoughts and not a true artist at all, but rather a character.
I'm not sure who would read Miller in this day and age, other than adolescents again seeking out sexual passages in the earlier work. I have a hard time in terms of his poverty issues, self imposed for the most part, and in his treatment of women.