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عشق سگی است از جهنم by Charles Bukowski

4 reviews

elizlizabeth's review against another edition

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fast-paced

1.5

There's two or three salvageable poems but honestly I feel like Bukowski just relies on the shock factor to pretend that he's actually good.
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_quinnsreads's review against another edition

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dark emotional funny sad fast-paced

5.0

Raw, unfiltered and repulsively beautiful. One of the best poems I've read in years. There's just something about Bukowski's writings that captures your soul. And I know not everyone might agree, but I like the way he plays with words to formulate his thoughts and feelings. Although he was pathetic. But overall, I loved it.
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constantbookover's review against another edition

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challenging dark emotional tense medium-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? Character
  • Strong character development? No
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? It's complicated
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.0

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angel_kiiss's review against another edition

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dark reflective fast-paced
  • Plot- or character-driven? N/A
  • Strong character development? It's complicated
  • Loveable characters? No
  • Diverse cast of characters? Yes
  • Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes

3.75

A man writing about his sexual exploits and how much women want to f*ck him. That being said, once you get past Part 1, there are some really stellar pieces of work. Once he starts on dark nights of the soul and stops writing about having sex with women.

Part 2 is his best work in the collection. However, trigger warnings for Part 3 and 4 when physical abuse against women is mentioned and encouraged and Bukowski explicitly states his sexual desires toward minors multiple times. Even going so far as to "relieve" himself while stalking an identified 15-year-old girl.

This is a collection of raw work in which you can feel the grime and you can feel the pain (whether or not you can identify with that pain is on you). All the poems flow in what feels like a narrative arc with a clear beginning, middle, and end. The last poem feels like the last chapter, the final part being Bukowski's final in life. And although he is definitely a pervert and a creep, there is still some raw intrigue to his work that speaks to the broken pieces of my artist's souls.

Overall, if I wanted to listen to an old straight man talk about all the sex he's had with Texan women, I'd move back to Texas.
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