It’s truly a tragic Bukowski-esque masterpiece. A man so isolated from society that even his punctuation marks are terrified of touching his words. Do you still write? I won't ask if you're still drinking.
OUCH. "The irony is hard to miss: using the technology that's accelerating the disappearance of physical books to 'save' them. I don't need it that bad to ruin it for unforseen future in unforeseeable ways. There is no right preservation in the wrong system.
You're implying that alcoholism couldn't be a limitation. Yes, a limitation. Maybe with a driving force but STILL, face it, a limitation. It was a massive physical and metal and financial limitation for him. And yes, there was defiance. Defiance of that limitation is what defines his...
Welcome! Took you months to get in, and your first move is to post a 35-year-old story objectifying a redhead? Let's hope your analysis of the actual books has a bit more depth
This is totally pretty average for the time it was written. Back then this type of business he had with him was basically an independent publisher who was more like an eccentric fan who could print your work but also paid your living expenses, made sure you ate, made sure you were of sound mind...
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