I'm depressed and losing my father to cancer. I found the biting cynicism of The Pleasures of the Damned a great comfort the last time I was feeling like this.... I'm wondering which Bukowski novel is most suitable for morose self indulgence?
From what I gather Pulp is relentlessly...
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