Title: Try Mailboxes, Etc. before you go to the Post Office
Product review: While I am under no illusions that people and lives like this exist, I believe that there has to be a more talented and profound method of conveying them. Have people enjoyed this "novel" to sound liberated and intellectual? Or, is Bukowski's audience merely deprived of great literature. Bukowski's narrator, the postal temp, nymphomaniac alcoholic, gave me such an ill feeling that I turned the pages to see if he could possibly redeem himself in my eyes. His numerous encounters with women, while they may be true to life, seemed to be void fillers within the work. It was as if Bukowski was trying to emmulate Allen Ginsberg with his raw and outrageous nature. His attempts were meager and artificial. Mr. Bukowski, You are no Allen Ginsberg.
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