Monday, May 4, 2009
Post Office by Charles Bukowski
It's been a long time since I've read Charles Bukowski, and who even knows if I'd like him now, if it's the type of thing you get obsessed with when you're 18 and then ten years go by and you can't figure out what it was you loved so much about it. (Then again, maybe not. Perhaps I'll go and reread Ham on Rye and report back.) That said, I do love the covers of all of the old Black Sparrow editions, from the graphic style to the feel of the paper, and am quite disappointed that Ecco went and repackaged them. Jerks.