A couple of supposedly angry girls in my
high-school class read something by Bukowski and boldly declared him the
greatest writer of the 20th century. For their own sake, I hope that
they were saying that because it was cool to do so – if they actually believed
what they said they were either fairly dumb or awfully misguided (or both?!?).
I think post-men are awesome literally
characters (just ask Skármeta!), but Chinaski’s adventures and miseries are
just boring and, well, miserable – not to mention not particularly well
written. He likes to get laid, and he likes to drink. He likes to play tough
and he ends up on the losing end of life’s battles. That’s as much as I
remember from this book. I have read plenty of other books in which characters
do pretty much the same things and I often find those novels really good. This
one, however, just isn’t.
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