Dear, dear mom mightn't hate Women after all. As Bukowski said himself, he wasn't exactly the hero in these sometimes hilarious escapades, and the book is full of him being cast adrift in a sea of female confusion, comedic mishaps, drunken sexual antics, and his own vulnerability to the fair sex, as a species from Mars, that he needed to suffer and exult with despite himself. There's great humor in seeing the omnipotent Bukowski so befuddled, but willing to suffer through it all, and come out the other side with his head still on his shoulders and, one hopes, his heart and soul intact.