I just finished Bukowski's last novel, Pulp. Did it in less than 48 hours. Can't remember the last book I went through that fast. It was just so delicious.
I mean:
"Mister, you got a bug up your ass or what?"
"It's most probably 'what.'"
"MARY LOU!" I heard this loud voice, "THAT ASSHOLE GIVING YOU TROUBLE?"
It was the bartender, a little guy with beetle brows.
"Don't worry, Andy, I'll handle this asshole."
"Yeah, Mary Lou," I said, "you've probably handled a lot of assholes."
BAM. Oh Charles, you were the shit.