Opening with the exotic Lady Death entering the gumshoe-writer's seedy office in pursuit of a writer named Celine, this novel demonstrates Bukowski's own brand of humour and realism, opening up a landscape of seamy Los Angeles.
“I got lost somehow, began staring up her legs. I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born.”
Most of the world was mad. And the part that wasn’t mad was angry. And the part that wasn’t mad or angry was just stupid.Highlighted by 16 Kindle customers
People waited all their lives. They waited to live, they waited to die. They waited in line to buy toilet paper. They waited in line for money. And if they didn’t have any money they waited in longer lines. You waited to go to sleep and then you waited to awaken. You waited to get married and you waited to get divorced. You waited for it to rain, you waited for it to stop. You waited to eat and then you waited to eat again. You waited in a shrink’s office with a bunch of psychos and you wondered if you were one.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
Definition of a nice neighborhood: a place you couldn’t afford to live in.Highlighted by 10 Kindle customers
But trouble and pain were what kept a man alive. Or trying to avoid trouble and pain. It was a full time job.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
Often the best parts of life were when you weren’t doing anything at all, just mulling it over, chewing on it. I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can’t be quite senseless because you are aware that it’s senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean? And optimistic pessimism.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
Well, people got attached. Once you cut the umbilical cord they attached to other things. Sight, sound, sex, money, mirages, mothers, masturbation, murder and Monday morning hangovers.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
We were all disgusting, doomed to our dirty little tasks. Eating and farting and scratching and smiling and celebrating holidays.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
It was a quiet evening. A quiet evening in hell. As the earth burned like a rotten log full of termites.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
I needed a vacation. I needed 5 women. I needed to get the wax out of my ears. My car needed an oil change. I’d failed to file my damned income tax. One of the stems had broken off of my reading glasses. There were ants in my apartment. I needed to get my teeth cleaned. My shoes were run down at the heels. I had insomnia. My auto insurance had expired. I cut myself every time I shaved. I hadn’t laughed in 6 years. I tended to worry when there was nothing to worry about. And when there was something to worry about, I got drunk.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
Just a bunch of old guys. With money. How did they do it? And how much did you need? And what did it all mean? We all died broke and most of us lived that way. It was a debilitating game. Just to get your shoes on in the morning was a victory.Highlighted by 6 Kindle customers
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