Who can say for sure . . .. but I get the heavy impression that Bukowski read him a great, great deal"”maybe when young . . . both the early and later stories"”knew that H. had a big reputation among writers, and had mixed feelings of secret admiration and disappointment.
Both had tough guy images and worked on achieving something new in literature: more of a stripped down language based upon life as they had experienced it with booze, broads and violence"”a sense of living on the edge and wanting to be where the action was even if they had to create the drama themselves. Both acted as if they were bigger than life, and were viewed that way by many of their readers.
Bukowski wrote a story (someone else can mention the title) taking on Hemingway in the boxing ring, and guess who was the victor? Unless I missed it, I don't recall B. climbing into the ring with any other tough guy writer, and that shows some kind of respect.
My sense of it is that B was more competitive with Hemingway's reputation than any other writer he came across, though B. read them all and mentioned their short-comings in various stories and poems"”such writers as Saroyan, Faulkner and Tolstoy. On the other hand, Dostoevsky, Thurber and John Fante he appeared to have nothing but praise for. (But I never felt that he was competitive with Dos.)
My sense of it is that, ultimately, Bukowski felt that Hemingway had only so many good lines in him and then became boring.
B. also made a statement that Hemingway was studying Death, and B. was studying Life.
But B. undoubtedly read a lot of him, was impressed on some level"”understading what Hemingway was thoroughly about"”and yet felt that he had surpassed him in bringing pleasure, joy and humor into the written line without imitating him, other than in bringing in some of the same dramatic, raw human situations such as fisticuffs, brutality, warring (personal or political) and the manly arts.
Perhaps it is on that level of unapologetic "maleness" that they were on equal footing though coming from entirely different backgrounds and without B. consciously imitating him or anyone. He had a bigger Muse, in my opinion, than Hemingway or H. would never have burned out as a writer at the age of 60 and blown his brains to the ceiling with a shotgun and a final flash of style.
One reader's opinion.
Poptop