Cassandra d'Leone

You see it like a comic strip and its one of the funniest things you'll ever read. I don't doubt this man actually had the majority of these experiences and just fantasized a few. These are the types of experiences a depraved man will have, especially he earns a little money or fame. I know more woman like he describes than I know depraved men. My only real issue here is a man who hates loud music. That is nearly irredeemable. Then again, he's an alcoholic, so of course he doesn't like loud noise . . . but if one can't control their alcoholism enough to enjoy music at a near painful volume, well I can't f&$% him. Great book though. And as with most of Bukowski's stuff you get all the silly stories and then suddenly there's a paragraph or two that really means something, that could be a poem on its own. Its the thing he describes himself, he has his women tell Henry they like his writing when its direct and gets to the heart of the thing, so he just keeps drinking and writing and searching for the thing again. He finds it pretty often, more than most. Great writer.