“Women” is a book I found about a year ago. Every time I would pick it up, I would feel like I was living in a dirty hotel room with dim lites, nausea uprooting my stomach while feeling horney as fuck. When I read, I get lost in the story and that is exactly what it felt like to live in his book.
I loved this book at first, but then it slowly became very, very tedious. It was the same story over and over again. “Chinsky”, the male character is an older man who is a writer. He absolutely loves women and enjoys their company and sleeping with them. He is a drunk and really does not have high standards for himself, so in order to fill his void of life, he is a man whore. But throughout the many women he sleeps with, he is in love with this one particular woman named, Lydia. She is a crazy, jealous, obsessive women that made me want to grab her out of the book and give her some damn comments sense! She annoyed me throughout the book because of her psycho ways with Chinksi.
I love Bukowskis writing and he writes in a such a passionate and poetic way when he describes his affairs. Below is one of my favorite quotes when he was describing one of his sexual encounters. His writing is raw, which I love! Overall, the writing itself was awesome, but the plot could have used a lot more variety.
“Its like making a rosebud open….
It’s like two roses in a garden moving slowly towards each other. The male works his slow magic. The female slowly opens. I like it. I like it.”