I have always wondered about the embellishment of Buk, by himself & of himself, I mean, because his "fans" seem to have elevated him to an Apex Predator Of Some Kind of Deep Truth, so a kind of monster was created, either through choice or deliberate accident. Basic psyche analysis can evaluate accurately an over-compensation in some areas, a skewed perception in others, yet at the core there seems to be a patheticism: a "take what you can get while you can get it" kinda stink that permeates most of his writings. I guess the only person who truly knows the validity of his self-projection languishes beneath the ground for several decades now. All else is conjecture, after all.
But it has always interested me: identification with sour protagonists has always been a recurring theme with me, yet my self-humility prevents me from "fan-boy" fawning, or aggrandizing. But I digress...
Buk has himself admitted to some level of self-embellishment, or rather a blurring of realities. I think it can be agreed upon that he was a hugely insecure person & that this internal gaze in early years manifested into an integral drive in later years. There is a lot of bravado inherent in his conquestial tone, which is often mistaken for misogyny. But he redeems this with an at times, searing self-effacing brutality. This maybe what drew various vaginal endeavours his way, mid-career, before it all got a bit silly with groupies & shit in later years. I draw parallels with Charles Manson, as both men severely lacked in certain, supposed skillsets, yet both were able to amass an insane amount of female attention, incongruent with accepted societal norms of attraction & "success". And both men tended to "play to the gallery" when others were present. (I fully expect others to resent my comparison, but that's ok in that it is mine, and mine alone.) There is no doubt that certain events or "dalliances" unfolded and were "artistically represented", solidified in history by literary inclusion. But part of me can't help but ponder over the fictional additions....
Reputation gathers followers & detractors alike, but in terms of "truthful representation" is it more valid to admit to failings & subterfuge rather than present an accurate, honest projection to the world around & risk ridicule?. It all depends upon agenda & I struggle with most writers in this regard: those who use their personal lives & interpretations as a jumping-off point will always favour drama over substance??
Does any of this strike a chord with anyone, or am I just drunken rambling on The Internets?
But it has always interested me: identification with sour protagonists has always been a recurring theme with me, yet my self-humility prevents me from "fan-boy" fawning, or aggrandizing. But I digress...
Buk has himself admitted to some level of self-embellishment, or rather a blurring of realities. I think it can be agreed upon that he was a hugely insecure person & that this internal gaze in early years manifested into an integral drive in later years. There is a lot of bravado inherent in his conquestial tone, which is often mistaken for misogyny. But he redeems this with an at times, searing self-effacing brutality. This maybe what drew various vaginal endeavours his way, mid-career, before it all got a bit silly with groupies & shit in later years. I draw parallels with Charles Manson, as both men severely lacked in certain, supposed skillsets, yet both were able to amass an insane amount of female attention, incongruent with accepted societal norms of attraction & "success". And both men tended to "play to the gallery" when others were present. (I fully expect others to resent my comparison, but that's ok in that it is mine, and mine alone.) There is no doubt that certain events or "dalliances" unfolded and were "artistically represented", solidified in history by literary inclusion. But part of me can't help but ponder over the fictional additions....
Reputation gathers followers & detractors alike, but in terms of "truthful representation" is it more valid to admit to failings & subterfuge rather than present an accurate, honest projection to the world around & risk ridicule?. It all depends upon agenda & I struggle with most writers in this regard: those who use their personal lives & interpretations as a jumping-off point will always favour drama over substance??
Does any of this strike a chord with anyone, or am I just drunken rambling on The Internets?