The definitive collection from a writer whose transgressive legacy and raw, funny, acutely observant writing has left an enduring mark.
Here is Bukowski eating walnuts and scratching his back, rolling a cigarette while listening to Brahms, showering with Linda in the midafternoon. Here is Bukowski knowing that the secret is beyond him, that people who never go crazy live truly horrible lives, that there's a bluebird in his heart that wants to get out.
Here is Bukowski at his most hilarious and heartbreaking, his most raw and profound; here is Bukowski at his best.
the work of bukowski I love. it's vivid. real and posses a beautiful threat to more conventional work. the narrator seems somewhat monotone, and lifeless for a style that's ment to hold your mind hostage in what sometimes may seem brutal on the page. is rose without thorns a rose. no it's just another flower.