A review by corey
More Notes of a Dirty Old Man: The Uncollected Columns by David Stephen Calonne, Charles Bukowski

2.0

I really liked "Hollywood," and I'm a fan of his poetry, but Bukowski was a bit of a one trick pony when it came to prose. The "I hate everything except booze and sex and oh by the way I don't have any money" shtick gets old quickly, and there was nothing to hold me here. I think when I went through my teenage-nihilistic phase that many teens go through, Bukowski's stuff really spoke to me. But as I age, and as my tastes in literature change as well, I find his work increasingly silly.