Llegint Bukowski

From the literature of the self, between the diary, confession and essay, in a hybridization of literary genres, Jèssica Roca not only invites us to delve into the work of Charles Bukowski, one of the most lyrical, tearful and controversies of the twentieth century, but it shows us how passionate and vital the adventure of reading can become. And to write. "Shortly after the leave, when I returned to work, Raúl, a co-worker, showed up at the office with a backpack from where he took Carter out, which he lent me to read". I notice that Bukowski doesn't usually like women, "he told me. I had to contradict him. And I could remember the exact note from Le Onde de l'Einaudi that sounded the evening I finished my novel. And the knot that got in my throat when he writes that he is about to commit suicide but the love for his only daughter can do more and stop him. I was sitting in the Chester house and the kids were watching Bob "We just had dinner and Manel was smoking a cigarette in the yard. That's how I remember reading, through my life, that's why all the texts I comment on Bukowski in this book are so personal. I have also come across novels and poems by the author over the last few years and which I dissect here in a dual way: the bunk ture of the author of Pulp and my everyday temperament. I want to point out one important thing: he was the one who taught me that I can make literature out of my life. In that order. The best stories are the ones that shape you as a person. This is a writer 's master".