Well, that could just be my crappy camera. The top is definitely green.The cover looks a little bit better without the forest green.
bill, this is and has been my opinion on ARCs as well. if i have 1 of 25 ARCs , in the world, of women, it seems that it should be worth a bit more than a couple hundred dollars. but then again, what the hell do i know...it is rarer and earlier. Something tells me that this would have to be more valuable, but they are not and this confounds me....
No, no. It would have probably looked purple through the Holga...Holga? dear Holga?
Distracting (he refers to him as "Bante," which for some reason made it difficult for me to read) and probably at least partially fictionalized. It disappointed me. He tells the story in a more straightforward way in many other poems and short pieces.I found out today that "I Meet The Master" is about one of Buk's meetings with Fante...
Soo... How is it?
This help any
I know everyone reading this is going to buy it anyway.
Bukowski, Charles PORTIONS FROM A WINE-STAINED NOTEBOOK City Lights (Adult NONFICTION) Sep. 15, 2008 ISBN: 978-0-87286-492-4
More posthumous uncollected prose from the Dirty Old Man.
Calonne (English/Eastern Michigan Univ.; William Saroyan: My Real Work Is Being, 1983, etc.), who previously edited a volume of Bukowski's interviews, digs up a few more fragments from the author's vast--and scattershot--oeuvre. As with many "uncollected" selections, the results are a mixed bag, but Bukowski's gruff directness and take-no-crap attitude shine through. Discussing his style in "Basic Training," he writes, "I hurled myself toward my personal god: SIMPLICITY. The tighter and smaller you got it the less chance there was of error and the lie. Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way." Certainly, much of Bukowski's genius lay in his plainspoken, immediate, self-assured prose, but his constant attack on the literary establishment also earned him accolades--and scorn--from fellow writers and critics. He held special contempt for pretentious elitists, those, as Calonne eloquently notes in his illuminating introduction, "who tried to domesticate the sacred barbaric Muse: the disruptive, primal, archaic, violent, inchoate forces of the creative unconscious." In the more than 35 pieces that comprise the volume, Bukowski runs through all his favorite topics--drinking, fighting, women, horse-racing ("A track is some place you go so you won't stare at the walls and whack off, or swallow ant poison")--but he's at his most lucid and powerful when he explores the process of writing, both his own and others (Artaud, Hemingway, his hero John Fante). There's a neat deconstruction of Ezra Pound, excerpts from his "Notes of a Dirty Old Man" column and a peripatetic review of a Rolling Stones concert. Though a few of the selections are little more than ill-formed rants, probably originally scrawled across a bar napkin, there is plenty of the visceral, potent, even graphically sexual (tame readers beware of "Workout") material to satisfy fans.
Not for novices, but a welcome addition to Bukowski's growing library.
"Bukowski, Charles: PORTIONS FROM A WINE-STAINED NOTEBOOK.(Book review)." Kirkus Reviews (August 1, 2008)
I found the pieces about other writers, the reviews and "tributes" to be the least interesting bits, but that's just me. Dry stuff, which you don't expect....he's at his most lucid and powerful when he explores the process of writing, both his own and others (Artaud, Hemingway, his hero John Fante). There's a neat deconstruction of Ezra Pound...
"Bukowski's growing library" - that's funny. As if this juuust puts him over the top of having a large body of published work.Not for novices, but a welcome addition to Bukowski's growing library.
I think the reviewer is trying to be funny, hinting at Buk's barfly image.I can't argue with the review, but why would Bukowski scrawl an essay across a bar napkin? Is it required that everything that he wrote was "Scrawled on a bar napkin". I could see if it was a poem, but a long essay? Now that is just odd.
That is about as odd as Bukowski living in a castle (wait for it...)
just got an alert the hardcover is ready to order from City Lights.
I just ordered mine...
I think so too! The price of the book is $18.20 and shipping cost to Europe is $24.00. They write on their website that: "Shipping charges are determined by weight to give the best, most cost effective service to our customers."International shipping is a tad too expensive, don't you think? I think I'll get it via Amazon...
My thoughts exactly!shipping was steep, but I want to make sure I get one. I don't want to leave it until amazon has them.
Just ordered mine.. $9.00 to ship it to the east coast. shipping cost are going thru the roof because of the damn fuel surcharges, even though oil prices are dropping. still I'm excited. and to think that "little ol' we'all" were somewhat responcible for this HC version.