Summary
Charles Bukowski: Women
"If I had been born a woman, I would certainly have become a prostitute. Since I was born a man, I constantly longed for women..." – this is how the old crook explains his favorite fascination and obsession, along with alcohol and literature. That must be why he named his third (and longest) novel the most logical thing in the world for him: Women. Working on women and Women, Bukowski was already a famous writer, so now he writes even more freely, completely unencumbered by uzus, form, anything... The fees he receives for public readings - the primary purpose of which was to fill the fridge with drinks - enabled him to be financially independent, and the whole miracle of women encouraged vigor and creativity. In all likelihood, they were more fascinated by his work than his body, because "a glass-bearer, constantly lost and confused, short-legged, with a trunk like a monkey, chesty, neckless, too big head, cloudy eyes, uncombed hair...", as he describes himself, is not exactly a character that women would die for. But "life writes a strange book", as a poet would say, and our hero singled out for this occasion only twenty impressive ones from the multitude of his friends with whom he hung out and made out.
Absolutely his own, almost a genre unto himself, Bukowski lives (lived!), drinks and writes in his own unique way; indifferently, as they come, he accepts events, drinks, women, not caring too much about himself, let alone others: "I tend to do all the wrong things: I like to drink, I'm lazy, I have no God, no political stance, no ideas, no ideals... I have an alcoholic's nose, a monkey's mouth and that stupid, satisfied smile of a funny being who knows he's lucky in life and wonders why." This is how, brutally honest, the most famous writer-in-the-world, literary spokesman for the unsuccessful and unambitious, speaks about himself in his tenth book published by Šareni dučan.
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