Published by Édititons Grasset & Fasquelle 1978, Condition: Good. French
“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
Charles Bukowsi has long been a looming and controversial figure here at Sendb00ks. A few years ago on a holiday, we took and read Women (pictured above) in the bath looking out over the mountains of Morzine. There were more than a few heated discussions about this man, his writing and his language. We would swing from repulsion at his blatant misogyny and disregard for women in his writing to marvelling at his self awareness, his lack of pretence and shame and his shocking self deprecation and dedication to his work. It's a very modern problem that affects most of the creative industries today: can you continue to love and respect the work of an artist when you realise that the person was a bigot? That they were racist? Sexist? Homophobic? When we were younger we figured it best to just stop reading him to avoid all of the anger he would evoke with his writing, but if we did this with every problematic writer, what would there be left to read? With Bukowski especially, we had to think about the way in which he employed this type of aggressive and shocking language in the reasoning behind his style, his honesty, his grim refusal to sugar coat his opinions and his life.
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