le 24 juillet 2012
I was really blown away after reading the first pages. Bukowski is an artist, the perfect epitome of the tortured poet in his garret. Except that Bukowski drank a lot and lived his life to the full with all the 'filth' it brought. And to me, it is precisely that 'filth' which makes his works so intriguing and so strikingly evocative of life: be it ugly or pretty.