Naised
A Classics, American, Novels book. You begin saving the world by saving one man at a...
Bukowski väitis, et 93% tema kirjutatust olevat autobiograafiline. «Naised» ongi ehe Bukowski – puhas, otsekohene ning häbitu, peategelaseks veel mitmes romaanis esinev autori alter ego Henry Chinaski. Kohati eneseirooniline Chinaski on krõbeda sõnavaraga naiste- ja napsimees, kes lävib kõigi ühiskonnakihtidega. Tema moraal seisneb selles, et mitte vaadata kaugemale järgmisest päevast, pudelist, suhtest.
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- Pages: 284 pages
- ISBN: / 8498196094
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You begin saving the world by saving one man at a time; all else is grandiose romanticism or politics. Charles Bukowski, Women // Oh, I dont mean youre handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - theyre beautiful. Theyre wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire. Charles Bukowski, Women // When I was young I was depressed all the time. But suicide no longer seemed a possibility in my life. At my age there was very little left to kill. It was good to be old, no matter what they said. It was reasonable that a man had to be at least 50 years old before he could write with anything like clarity. Charles Bukowski, Women //
I discovered Charles Bukowski while in Las Vegas, in December 2000.My dad thought it was a good idea to take his 19 year old daughter to Vegas. Because I LOVE watching everyone else gamble and drink while I can't participate! To be fair, we saw some really good shows (Blue Man Group and Mystere). And the buffets were exciting (Paris... Probably my least favorite Bukowski novel, if only because it is the one most commonly used against him by readers with a college freshmen understanding of what misogyny is. Anyone who's ever read the man's oeuvre or seen any of his interviews and walked away with the impression that he was anything but an equal-opportunity misanthrope... A noite de quarta-feira apanhou-me no aeroporto espera de Iris. Estava para ali sentado a olhar para as mulheres. Nenhuma delas, tirando uma ou duas, era to boa como a Iris. Algo estava errado em mim: eu pensava, de facto, imenso em sexo. Imaginava-me na cama com todas as mulheres para as quais olhava. Mulheres: eu gostava das cores...
