I just got back from watching a documentary about Charles Bukowski with Jim. It wasn't the best film I've ever seen. In fact it was kind of dull. But, it did make me want to read some of Bukowski's writing because I haven't read any.
Hell, I hadn't even heard of him until five or six years ago when Eric Plumley was talking about him while crusing down 4th Ave. after a Golden Gloves night out. Being an Eric Plumley fan, a Tom Waits fan (sorry Eric I know you probably don't like Tom Waits), and a fan of writing that is low on metaphor usage, I should give Mr. Bukowski a chance.
Which begs the question, where should I start?
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dearest, i have ham on rye and a poetry collection for your perusal. from your roommate.
Marc,
1. We don't live together anymore.
2. I thought I told you to go easy on the lovey dovey stuff in public.
That "Hollywood" novel he wrote after being disappointed by the Barfly experience sounded intriguing to me.
I hate that I'm so superficial, but I spent a lot of time during the movie thinking about how physically unattractive Bukowski was and how difficult it was to look upon his gnarled, ravaged face again and again.
In one of the interviews included in the movie, he said he always thought he was too ugly to get women, but had discovered that what they really want is someone who can give them more, like "feelings." However, he seemed to spend so much of his time drinking and being ornery that I have to wonder if, rather than feelings, it was really his fame and cult-icon status, or his arrogant self-promoting (or, to be less harsh, maybe his actual gift for writing) that attracted women to him. But I guess I could give him the benefit of the doubt.
Anyway, I like John Fante's writing a lot and they were good friends and mutual admirers, so I should probably give Bukowski a chance one of these days.
John Fante? I never heard EP talk about him driving on Fourth Ave. so I'm not interested.
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