What a sad little read this book was, written about the childhood of the author's ultra ego Henry Chinaski. The writing was simple and childlike which I quite enjoyed. But the story itself and the life this kid lived was lonely, sometimes sadistic and I felt sad and depressed reading it. As Henry grew up in the midst of the Depression and into adolescence I didn't know whether to feel sorry for him or dislike him. I think I did both. But I really couldn't blame him for being how he was, he made me understand why he did what he did and instead I just felt helpless for him.
This is definitely not a book I would ever have picked out myself so I'm so glad that I joined a Book Club to get me out of my comfort zone and reading different stories. The author Charles Bukowski has written a few books in his time and he was a poet and artist too. You can read more about him on this cheeky website. I'm quite interested in the column he wrote 'Notes of a dirty old man' it's on my next read list.
I would recommend this book to 'all the fathers' as that's who the autor dedicates this book to. This book would suit all ages, male and female. I give this book 3 stars I wouldn't read it again, but I did like the writing style.
Jarrah Jungle's Star Rating:
1 Bad - I'd rather eat brussel sprouts topped with anchovies than read this again
2 Not Good - I'd rather watch re-runs of Neighbours than read this again
3 Ok - I'm sitting on the fence - its not great but not terrible either
4 Good - I'd pass up a pack of tim tams for this read
5 Great - I'd pass up a date with Johnny Depp for this read
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