Charles Bukowski: Lounaalla

I read this book in Finnish. A diary of sorts (Bukowski says plainly that he wrote it because he was contracted to do so), it was a quick read. Bukowski’s day to day life is similar to his alter-ego Henry Chinaski’s, but his active presence in the narrative gives the book a definite quality of banality to it. Diaries are always like this, I suppose. Bukowski talks about his death often, he can’t get over the fact that he has lived into his seventies. (March 2003)