These mad immortal stories, now surfaced from the literary underground, have addicted legions of American readers, even though the high literary establishment continues to ignore them. In Europe, however (particularly in Germany, Italy, and France where he is published by the great publishing houses), he is critically recognized as one of America's greatest living realist writers.
Charles Bukowski was born in Andernach, Germany in 1920 and brought to America at the age of two. Eighteen or twenty books of prose and poetry, Bukowski, after publishing prose in Story and Portfolio, stopped writing for ten years. He arrived in the charity ward of the Los Angeles County General Hospital, hemorrhaging as a climax to a ten year drinking bout. Some say he didn't die. After leaving the hospital he got a typewriter and began writing again--this time, poetry. He later returned to prose and gained some fame with his column, Notes of a Dirty Old Man. After 14 years in the Post Office he resigned at age 50, he says, to keep from going insane. He now claims to be unemployable and eats typewriter ribbons.
The most beautiful woman in town; kid stardust on the porterhouse; life in a Texas whorehouse; six inches; the fuck machine; the gut-wringing machine; 3 women; 3 chickens; ten jack-offs; twelve flying monkeys who won't copulate properly; 25 bums in rags; non-horseshit horse advice; another horse story; the birth, life and death of an underground newspaper; life and death in the charity ward; the day we talked about James Thurber; all the great writers; the copulating mermaid of Venice, California; trouble with a battery; swastika; politics is like trying to screw a cat in the ass; my big-assed mother; the beginner; the fiend; the murder of Ramon Vasquez; a drinking partner; the white beard; a white pussy.