Hi. I've been a Bukowski reader since around 83. I could almost say 'It began as a mistake.' Back in those days I was a student in Brighton, England. Each term when my grant money came I was in the habit of going to a bookshop and buying a big stack of weighty volumes - mysticism, philosophy etc. This time I followed the usual pattern (at an excellent bookstore called 'Public House', no longer there sadly.) Then at the last moment I lobbed a paperback 'Post Office' on top of the stack I was carrying to the checkout. Read it in one sitting that night; got some beers and read it again. Then went back and bought as many Black Sparrows as I could afford. Battered and stained, them and me, I still have them.
Later I wrote my dissertation on Bukowski. I reread it recently and it wasn't a total embarassment - exploring the way that the Bukowski character (ie the image we have of the author) interacts with the written work.
Anyway - there it is, I've said hi.
Later I wrote my dissertation on Bukowski. I reread it recently and it wasn't a total embarassment - exploring the way that the Bukowski character (ie the image we have of the author) interacts with the written work.
Anyway - there it is, I've said hi.
