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Original Title:	Women
ISBN:	0061177598 (ISBN13: 9780061177590)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Henry Chinaski
Setting:	United States of America

Women

Charles Bukowski

Paperback | Pages: 291 pages

Rating: 3.85 | 60128 Users | 2642 Reviews

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Title	:	Women
Author	:	Charles Bukowski
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	First Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 291 pages
Published	:	July 29th 2014 by Ecco (first published 1978)
Categories	:	Fiction. Classics. Novels. Literature

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Alternate cover for this ISBN can be found here Low-life writer and unrepentant alcoholic Henry Chinaski was born to survive. After decades of slacking off at low-paying dead-end jobs, blowing his cash on booze and women, and scrimping by in flea-bitten apartments, Chinaski sees his poetic star rising at last. Now, at fifty, he is reveling in his sudden rock-star life, running three hundred hangovers a year, and maintaining a sex life that would cripple Casanova. With all of Bukowski's trademark humor and gritty, dark honesty, this 1978 follow-up to Post Office and Factotum is an uncompromising account of life on the edge.

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This book is CRAZY!!! I cannot believe I read the entire thing in 3 days. You can't put it down. In fact, it made it's rounds through at least 8 people I know of, and it's probably still making the rounds. Everyone had the same experience. You start it and Bukowski goes into the most sexist, vulgar, repulsive descriptions of the main character's relationship to women, but something makes you keep reading. I stopped at several points wondering, "why the hell am I reading this?", yet I went on.

I'll sum it up for you.Drink, fuck, drink, horse race, drink, driiiiiiiink, write, drink, drink, watch a boxing match, give a reading, drink, fuck, drink, fuck, fuck, sleep, drink, write, drink, drink, fuck, drink, fuck, give a reading, drink, fuck, drink, fuuuuuuuck, drink, drink, fuck, fuck, drink, fuck.These are the names of the ladies in his life: Lydia, Katherine, Joanna, Nicole, Debra, Tanya, Gertrude, Hilda, Iris, Mercedes, Liza,and Tammie. (There are others; I missed a few.)There is some

It was love at first letter with Bukowski. This was months ago. I read the letter he wrote in 86, (posted at Letters of Note in 2012,) and I just knew. I had a thing for that letter, and wanted to devour the words of the man who wrote it.I gulped down Women quickly because that was the type of book it was. Reading Bukowski requires the willingness to loosen up. It is not easy to read this stuff through an ideological, feminist, or moral lens. This man does not bother to brush up his character or

How do I rate a book on here with 6 stars?When I was a teenager this book was the first dirty novel I read and it was the point I became obsessed with Bukowski. Now reading this many years later I still love this book, it still feels really dirty too. Bukowski is the ultimate rock-star of the poetry world and this book is the proof.Bukowski will shag any woman who is up for it, he'll treat them mean and in some cases drive them insane, he makes mistakes and doesn't learn from them cos he doesn't

Freaks always attract other freaks it must be some immutable law of nature.I had on my dead fathers overcoat, which was too large. My pants were too long, the cuffs came down over the shoes and that was good because my stockings didnt match, and my shoes were down at the heels. I hated barbers so I cut my own hair when I couldnt get a woman to do it. I didnt like to shave and I didnt like long beards, so I scissored myself every two or three weeks. My eyesight was bad but I didnt like glasses

Misogyny, misogyny, misogyny....that's all everyone sees. Few see the true character of Hank, only the brutal sexual descriptions, the words beginning with "C" and his practice of "mounting" whatever drunken soul may have wandered into his piss-stained bed. This is one of the most American novels I have ever read. It tells the story of the common man, overburdened by the memories of his abusive youth, beleagured by his own unsightly appearance and wallowing in the depths of alcoholism. Few feel