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Pulp Kindle Edition
From Publishers Weekly
Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc. --This text refers to an alternate kindle_edition edition.
- ASIN : B000VYX93A
- Publisher : HarperCollins e-books (March 17, 2009)
- Publication date : March 17, 2009
- Language : English
- File size : 342 KB
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Enabled
- Word Wise : Enabled
- Print length : 194 pages
- Lending : Not Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #144,438 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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I've been laughing my ass off reading this one. :-)
Yep, and one of the most important literary proponents of not giving a s*** about anything is behind it.
This review doesn't require much, and reading of the book requires little to no mental faculties. It's a poorly written detective novel, and it's as usual a beautiful print. Black Sparrow knew how to handle things in that regard.
If you haven't read Bukowski, I wouldn't start here, but like a badass he ended his career here. In my opinion, his best book is Ham on Rye, but it takes balls to intentionally write something this horrible; thus, this beautiful. Read HOR, and then give this a try, and don't take it seriously...otherwise you've missed the point and missed out on an otherwise entertaining and hilarious read.
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It’s irreverent, witty, hilarious and sad. It’s sad because the author knew he was dying from leukemia at the time of writing. The book reflects his own life. The setting is LA, the city he knew intimately, and some of the characters are based on real people he knew. And, possibly some of the imaginary way-out characters were based on people he knew. I have the delightfully named Jennie Nitro in mind as one such character. As for Lady Death, that one speaks for itself.
It parodies a style and an age of LA-noir private detectives or “dicks” as he refers to them in a reelection of that era. He has an office. What dick wouldn’t? He writes. There is a gun in the top drawer and he tips a brown derby over his left eyebrow as he leaves the office often to find himself a bar stool, a scotch and water, and invariably picking a fight with some character or another in the bar.
Some of the characters are outlandish such as the heavy who wears a pink suit. His two “gorillas” also wear suits of the same hue. A bit like Tweedledum and Tweedledee in triplicate. The surreal nature of parts of the book reminded me of ‘Alice In Wonderland.’ It was like reading a book and tripping on acid, not that I have done that.
There are way too many hilarious or poignant parts of this book for me to quote here. It would probably breach copyright if I reproduced the score or so wonderful lines from the book. I will restrict myself to a one of favourites, and that’s not easy:
“I was gifted, am gifted. Sometimes I looked at my hands and realized that I could have been a great pianist or something. But what have my hands done? Scratched my balls, written checks, tied shoes, pushed toilet levers, etc. I have wasted my hands. And my mind.”
Wonderful! I wish he was still alive. I’d love to meet him, get drunk with him. Wonderful book. Wonderful writer!
And if you listen real close with your ear to the gutter, you can make out a deep rumbling of profundities. That or a passing subway train.