Can't say I'm familar with his work. I did however drop by Amazon's website and read some reviews and this one made me chuckle most:
A friend of mine enthusiastically touted this book and lent it to me. It was my first Bukowski book.
It is also my last.
The only thing going for this book is that it's brutally honest and translates his frustration well. That's it.
The book is a sad attempt to be clever.
It's not an engaging story, it's not well written, and the protagonist, loosely based on Charles Bukowski, is a vile little man.
Funny? If you consider reading about underwear skid marks hilarious.
This book is about an ugly (in every way) human being who hates his job. He's not even likeable: A slovenly, shiftless, lascivious, alcoholic bum who happens to have a job he hates at the post office, curses like a sailor and chases women in his spare time. How he ever gets any women flabbergasts me.
And he doesn't even attempt to leave his job!
The only lesson I learned from reading this book?
I learned what NOT to aspire to be. I also learned to avoid Bukowski's vile written crap like the Plague.
Interspering the word F*^k every other sentence does not make good, enjoyable or witty reading.
I read a bit about Bukowski's life and...honestly, the author should have just written this as personal therapy, keeping his entries under lock and key.
DISGUSTING, mindless and a total waste of time.
So vile, wretched, idiotic and crude I had to take a hot shower after reading it.
Lame review, I wouldn't take their word for it.
Did I mention I'm in the magazine business and I'm responsible for a bit of that junk mail you're carring around?