Art should be its own hammer.
We were driving through Maine yesterday to get to Vermont for some mountain biking. We stopped in Freeport for lunch and wandered around the town a bit. Stopped into an independent bookshop (I think it was called Sherman's). The first thing I do when I go into a bookshop is look for Bukowski. Went to the B section. Nothing. Oh well. Looked around a bit more and came across a 'Classics' section. There with Dickens and Melville was s Buk.