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Escritos de un viejo indecente by Charles Bukowski
Open Preview See a Problem? Thanks for telling us about the problem. Return to Book Page. Preview — Escritos de un indeente indecente by Charles Bukowski. Escritos de un viejo indecente by Charles Bukowski. A bum off the road brings in a gypsy and his wife and we talk. A long distance operator from Newburgh, N.
She wants me to give up drinking beer and to eat well. I hear from a madman who calls himself ‘King Arthur’ and l “People come to my door—too many of them really—and knock to tell me Notes of a Dirty Old Indecenet turns them on.
I hear from a madman who calls himself ‘King Arthur’ and lives on Vine Street in Hollywood and wants to help me write my column. A doctor comes to my door: I used to be a psychiatrist. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. To ask other readers questions about Dr de un viejo indecenteplease sign up. This question contains spoilers… view spoiler [could i get all pages of book please?
See 1 question about Escritos de un viejo indecente…. Lists with This Book. This book is not yet featured on Listopia. Dear Charles Bukowski may you rot in peace You had a way with words, and your powers of observation were not without an edge. I quite liked your political statements, they showed that you after all used your intellect, what-ever-much ivejo left of it in your intoxicated brain.
Your diary reminds me a bukowsli of Celine, and maybe that was your intention, you were a man who had read a great fiejo. I realise that you in your life have felt betrayed and not as valued a writer as you thought you deserved.
R Dear Charles Bukowski may you rot in peace You had a way with words, and your powers of observation were not without an edge. Regrettably this piece of apeshit does not add much to the value. History is filled with tales of men falling apart, finding indecentd short-lasting pleasures in sex and drugs, and describing it in detail, as if anyone cared about yet escirtos low-life writer. This was very annoying, and frankly, you are not in position to set up your own grammar rules.
However, you did provoke a smile here and there, mostly when you were sober, and I will grant you 3 small stars for you many wordplays. Let’s say, for convenience sake, he has a completely human appearance. He crashed on earth a few hours ago and now wanders around in a city whose name is irrelevant, while idnecente to get used to the possibility of having to spend the rest of his life among humans. See him as he walks through a park absorbing images and smells, pausing every once in dw while to take a closer look at whatever catches his attention.
Starting to feel tired, he heads toward a bench. Just before he sit Picture an alien. Just before he sits, he sees an object on the bench which bukowwki as a book let’s again suppose that there are books on his planet and that he knows how to read. He picks it up and reads the title.
Nidecente all the time in fscritos world at his disposal, he starts reading. Half an hour passes and judging by the volume of the pages read and those left, we can assume he’s halfway through. Now, if you look close, you’ll see a certain expression on his face. Something which you recognize. Something that looks like disgust mixed with something else Could it be fear? It’s not a horror novel but yes, the more you look the more certain you become.
Now you see him lowering the book and looking straight ahead without really seeing much.
It’s the same look a convict might have. He closes the book and puts it back on the bench, at the exact same spot where he found it. Without taking his eyes from that nonexistent spot straight ahead, he reaches into the inside pocket of his coat and biejo out a small object. It takes you a few seconds to realize it looks suspiciously similar to a handgun.
Escritos de Un Viejo Indecente
It’s probably the intergalactic equivalent of a beretta or something like that. Without even blinking he points the gun to his own head. A split second before he pulls the trigger, you see a tear just starting to trickle down his cheek. The one thought that pops in your mind as the image fades out is that his blood is red.
Why is his blood red? So, I guess I chose a somewhat extravagant way to say that if an alien’s first touch with humanity was through this book, they’d totally kill themselves without thinking. Bukowski’s stories paint a sick picture of everyday life. It seems like he strips reality of all that’s good or pure, leaving only the rotten parts and throws it in your face. I think I would have liked it more when I was younger.
However, escriots something sickly poetic and poetically sick in this book which I found brilliant. View all 4 comments. Rating books with stars, like bars or restaurants or anything else is pretty silly. This was a good book to read at night while drinking pints at pubs in Seattle. A collection of “articles” from a small? If there is, it’s deep an intellectual. And after all, an intellectual takes something simple and makes it complex, while an artist takes something complex and makes it simple.
Indirect book quote I’m reminde Rating books with stars, like bars or restaurants or anything else is pretty silly. Indirect book quote I’m reminded of World War Z ; each story is captivating, but you tire a little of the style. However just as you’re tiring of the style, you get caught up in the next story.
I bought my dad a copy of this book That set me back a little as I never knew my father before his grumpiness and angst, his tiredness.
Like a quote from Field of Dreams. It’s also a kind of life I appreciate, which, perhaps is easy to take the wrong vukowski. Because life is for the living. I had a Dw Bukowski kick back in I moved out of my father’s house the year prior, inadvertently isolated myself from most of my friends, got a soul-draining job in retail, and fallen into a infecente of depression which hardly anyone noticed. Though I hardly remember what I read, it spoke to me because I was in a toxic environment and Bukowski wrote with an honest intensity that was lacking in my life at the time.
This one is not for the faint of heart, the delicate, nor the easily offended, but if you are bold, daring, and curious, it is somewhat entertaining. The rants, stories, and prose poems collected here are uneven in quality, but enough of them held my interest so that I was able to finish reading “Notes of a Dirty Old Man.
He also exposes things some might bukoswki they escrittos never seen–prostitutio This one is not for the faint of heart, the delicate, nor the easily offended, but if you are bold, daring, and curious, it is somewhat entertaining. He also exposes things some might wish they had never seen–prostitution, murder, abuse, rape, suicide, suicide by alcoholism, even necrophilia.
At times, I found the collection sophomoric, as though he were daring me to read on, and read on I did. While some of the stories successfully disturbed, there were also some priceless nuggets of wisdom in these pages about the futility of revolution and in this Socratic exchange, about how this world makes us all mad: And ugliness is a fact of life, as “Notes of a Dirty Old Man” shows, page after page, but I still couldn’t stop reading, because in the end, every story leads to the same place, and this is it: Christ, the last piece of ass I’ve had was in and I’ve been jacking off ever since.
And indeed, the conflict that drives this book is the search to get laid by a woman and for the next drink, but he never seems to be without that because drink is so much easier to acquire. So, all this time, I saw Bukowski as a misogynist, when in fact he is entranced by the power of the feminine, the great “wonder hole,” or should I say “wonder whole” because it’s only when he is getting laid or writing that he is somewhat at peace, whole, just like every other angry, frustrated male writer from Herman Melville to D.
One man’s elusive white whale or magic ring is another man’s coveted “wonder hole. Seriously, though, the misogyny of the other Beat writers of his time makes Bukowski look like a pussycat no pun intended. View all 5 comments. This novel is escriitos dealing with gabling, drinking and whoring which Bukowski is really good at, but what I find him to be even better at is his way with words and that does not show its true colours in this book.
I read for the prose when it comes to this author, so I was very disappointed to find a lack so enormous that I could hardly get through the book. Still, the writing style is very typical for Bukowski which gave some feeling homely.
What I enjoyed the most about this book was the ending and not just because I could finally put the book down for good, but because of its optimism. Bukowski lead a very from-day-to-day life with very little content seen with modern society’s eyes. Apr 24, Io? Per riconoscere quanto sono farlocche le nostre azioni e le nostre preoccupazioni di tutti i giorni.
E allora leggo Bukowski. Truly like an American Celine.
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