More Notes of a Dirty Old Man

More Notes of a Dirty Old Man
The Uncollected Columns
Edited by David Stephen Calonne




Press Reviews

So I Follow Julian

"The art of Bukowski is his authenticity. He gives us the piss-soaked, shit-stained, vomit-filled reality...He won't let you ignore the perverted truth; he makes you see and experience the world as he does."


Book Me...

"He knew the low-life odyssey, the hardships of the ordinary working class men, and wrote about them with more precognition than any of his contemporaries. . . . Bukowski's scabrous and sturdy prose about the social and economic subjugation of the urban underclass is matchless: every word is loaded with experience, a badge of authenticity."


Verbicide Magazine

"It's a nice collection that really shows Bukowski's love of telling stories filled with the grime and the filth of life as a normal working man in a concrete jungle."


Los Angeles Magazine

"In these pieces, written for the alternative press from 1967 through the mid-'80s, is a Bukowski you might not know—the father taking his seven-year-old daughter to the beach in Santa Monica, where he rescues a homeless man who's been beaten up by thugs. Here’s the Bukowski lost in the gender wars, confused and trying to keep his own desire (piggy at times, yes) alive. He wasn’t looking for beauty, but he found it now and then. And he was happy writing these columns—as much as a grumpy middle-aged drunk can be."


SF Weekly

"He's been gone since 1994, but Charles Bukowski continues to fascinate us. His tales of sex, drugs,and booze, and more sex, drugs, and booze, ad infinitum, resonate a lurid energy that grabs our attention and keeps it."


LA Weekly

"To anyone familiar with Bukowski's work, they're more of the good stuff -- essays on pure desire that demonstrate his lust for the physical world. And of course, they're shot through with Bukowski's admirable denial of a higher meaning to his work -- to an earnest interviewer, he writes, 'When I die they can take my work and wipe a cat's ass with it. It will be of no earthly use to me.'"


Publishers Weekly, August 1, 2011

"Proving that misanthropic and humanitarian are two sides of the same tarnished coin and that stagnation and metamorphosis are equally related, this collection arcs subtly from the banal side of addiction to the most extreme forms of love and hate. Bukowski's prose is still relevant, still shocking, still transcendent."


Beat Scene Magazine

"In another installment of his essays and ramblings, City Lights press have surely come up with a winner. These are essentially Bukowski's articles for John Bryan's Open City Press, for Nola Express, for the Los Angeles Free Press. His early reputation, as a cult writer around Los Angeles, is partially built upon these iconoclastic columns where they gave him cart blanche to write whatever came into his head, and he invariably did just that. Even today some of his articles come across as quite shocking after all these years."