Welp.

I finally finished it.

My guess is this one of the most realistic books about people relationship. It feels kind of weird at first. Almost horrific. Of course there is some repulsion. But I know this is as close to reality as it gets. This book is not about women, it is about perception of women. Specifically about perception of women by man. Brutally honest. Borderlining on disgusting. But... there is something else. I feel that in modern world this book could either spark a great debate or kill it completely. Honesty was never pleasant anyway.

I will never read anything by that author again. ( )

His writing reminded me so much of Henry Miller. ( )

Este gigantesco maratón sexual es un proceso de aprendizaje, de conocimiento, en el que Bukowski no escatima sarcásticas observaciones de si mismo, y en el que el machismo de textos anteriores queda seriamente erosionado; todo ello unido a incontables borracheras. Bukowski parece sugerir que las alternativas - una carrera mas respetable, literaria o la que fuese - son aún más deshumanizadas.

My review of this is here: Sex, Booze and Poetry: A review of Bukowski’s "Women". ( )

A lungo andare l'ho trovato parecchio ripetitivo. Ma ora capisco da dove viene il personaggio Hank Moody della serie tv Californication, peraltro un pivello se paragonato a Bukowski. :) ( )