Just finished this. I know - it’s a stupid romp and Bukowski is more a poet and certain people are into him and all that, but there’s something about it I like. Losers are people too with stories, and those don’t always fit in with what we expect, but they still have value and should be told!
And the end. The last few lines. The words are so sudden.
Don’t give credence to people who think their opinions are facts.
You’re allowed to like Bukowski’s novels. And certainly shouldn’t apologize for it.