Review from a Transgressive Fiction Fan
The leading crazy lady’s name is Lydia. I can relate. Charles Bukowski has a way of betraying you and making you laugh in spite of yourself; disgusting you and then melting your heart with one tender and insightful paragraph you do not expect, at a moment that doesn’t seem appropriate in context to that which he is speaking. It is impossible to love Bukowski and impossible not to love him. This book is just a delight, if you can absorb it. He is mushy soft at his core.
“Insightful” Review from a Mainstream Reader
This guy is a hack, the absolute worst writer i have ever spent time with. this book was so bad, that when i burned it i even choked on the smoke.