Barney Panofsky smokes too many cigars, drinks too much whiskey and is obsessed with two things: the Montreal Canadiens hockey team and his ex-wife Miriam. An acquaintance from his youthful years in Paris, Terry McIver, is about to publish his autobiography. In its pages he accuses Barney of an assortment of sins, including murder. It's tim...more
The bulk of this book is the transcript of a three-hour interview Bukowski granted to Italian critic and writer Pivano in 1980, but it is augmented by commentary and analysis of both Bukowski himself and his prodigious output and cultural influence.
An account of Charles Bukowski's 1978 European trip. In 1978 Europe was new territory for Bukowski holding the secrets of his own personal ancestry and origins. En route to his birthplace in Andernach, Germany, he is trailed by celebrity-hunters and paparazzi, appears drunk on French television, blows a small fortune at a Dusseldorf racetrack and s...more
Charles Bukowski (1920-1994), the cult-favorite bad-boy L.A. writer, is profiled in this collection of photographs, which also includes some of Bukowski's letters and his FBI file.
A book length collaboration between two underground legends, Charles Bukowski and Robert Crumb. Bukowski's last journals candidly and humorously reveal the events in the writer's life as death draws inexorably nearer, thereby illuminating our own lives and natures, and to give new meaning to what was once only familiar. Crumb has illustrated the te...more
"People come to my door-too many of them really-and knock to tell me Notes of a Dirty Old Man turns them on. A bum off the road brings in a gypsy and his wife and we talk. . . drink half the night. A long distance operator from Newburgh, N.Y. sends me money. She wants me to give up drinking beer and to eat well. I hear from a madman who calls hims...more
"I was 50 years old and hadn't been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no woman friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked without yearning and with a sense of futility."