A review by akemi_666
Tales of Ordinary Madness by Charles Bukowski

2.0

Self-destructive man destroy everything, but wowee, what a prose.

Lotta white knights defending his misogyny, cause apparently if you're a misanthropist you hate everything in an undifferentiated manner irregardless of sociocultural signifiers. Cool, explains why he loves his daughter. (Ever heard of the mother, virgin, whore concept?)

Look, prejudice involves the construction of types, that are ranked along a biopolitical scale of worthiness and unworthiness, and if I read one more sentence about some woman's ass sending Bukowski into ecstatic idiocy, I'm going to scream.

But hey, he's in a lot of pain, poor man who ruins everything and chooses to never change his behaviour. He worked at a post office, alright? Give him some slack.

Bukowowow. Everyone is a bore. Weowee. That is a hot chica. Awuug. *Throws up*