Much in the way that Dylan impersonates Dylan, Bukowski impersonated Bukowski. At the end of it all, it's about the poetry, short stories, and novels. Sure, I have passing interest in what typer he used or where he lived while he wrote a certain book, but I don't really need the truth, nor do I expect it from such a strong character. As I posted above, I got the sense in reading the '74 interview that it came across as a fairly honest account, but I still don't believe anything outside of the poems, short stories, and novels, and I only believe them because I'm in a world other than this one when I read them (in other words, I accept the premise that what the writer is writing is true for the sake of immersing myself in the work). I take the words as gospel because to read Bukowski is to go somewhere else - into his mind, whether the made-up part of the genuine part. He's not writing history books (a subject that may actually be largely bereft of association with truth, but that's another thread someday), so who cares how factual they are? Point is, the writing is top-shelf and good writing and truth-stretching often go hand-in-hand.