Post Office

This was my first Bukowski book. It took a while for me to get into it and I wasn't really grabbed until Joyce showed up and it became more than just a constant slew of references to fat asses and being hungover. I struggled a little to get used to the simplicity of the prose (not what I'm used to), and the varied and indiscriminate lengths of each chapter didn't help either. It just felt a bit sloppy. But once we encounter Joyce, I was pretty much hooked. Have since read Factotum, Women, and the excellent (and his best in my opinion) Ham on Rye.

Bukowski is essentially a one trick pony but as tricks go, it's pretty good.