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. :) ( )

Despite how garish the story was, it was enjoyable to read mi liked his no-bullshit style. He went straight to the point. Even when writing about a character that is sad and lonely and somewhat pathetic, he was kind of likable. Or maybe even understandable. ( )

Spoiler alert: Chinaski does the right thing by a woman in the last 2 pages. Before that, he doesn't. 99% of [b: Women|1934|Little Women|Louisa May Alcott|https://i.gr-assets.com/images/S/compressed.photo.goodreads.com/books/1562690475l/1934._SY75_.jpg|3244642] is misogynistic (there is another section in which he expresses some heart and soul). 1% is either Bukowski faking heart and soul so that he can write the 99% that is pathetic wish fulfillment and a journal of his id, or he actually had something of a heart and soul. I'd like to believe the latter.

As Henry Chinaski, he does make it clear that his books are novels, not simply memoirs, which is part of the reason I have chosen the more generous take. And why his books are worth reading. Not that I would recommend them to everyone, but I do think that he is worth reading. ( )