This library is not where Miller lived in Big Sur. It’s a strange collection of his books and paintings (or prints of his paintings) with a hippieish mix of other things. The grounds are a nice place to see performances of visiting artists both famous and not so famous. It’s a small intimate setting.

I’d say it’s worth stopping in at along the side of the highway but don’t expect anything flashy or truly substantial. You won’t learn much about Miller if you don’t know who he is walking in the door.