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3.57 AVERAGE
3.57 AVERAGE
funny
fast-paced
funny
reflective
slow-paced
lighthearted
reflective
fast-paced
A refreshing point of view on cats from today's I-can-haz-cheeseburger cat craze. I like both though. Cats are great.
I have to admit, usually I get tired of Bukowski quickly--his tendency to talk only about women, boozing, and gambling makes his poetry all blur together and I lose interest fast. But sometimes he focuses on other things--gets serious, or goes the other end and is more jocular--and I find hidden gems among the sleaze. I was given this as a gift from someone who didn't know my somewhat aversion to Bukowski, and originally I thought I was not going to enjoy it much. Surprisingly, I did. The whole way through I found myself with a cheeky grin and I found myself pleased to read these short snippets about the author's fascination with cats. Many of them carried the tones of that rare serious/jocular type that I had adored finding in his earlier work. It appears that instead of reading Bukowski's older works, I should be looking at his later publications (many of these poems were posthumously published). A pleasant, easy read with some really solid offerings.
Bukowski and cats. My favorite writer and my favorite animal. What’s there not to love?
This is an easy read, with mostly funny poems. Cat pictures are included in this book, and it helped visualize Bukowski’s cats and their personalities.
This is an easy read, with mostly funny poems. Cat pictures are included in this book, and it helped visualize Bukowski’s cats and their personalities.
reflective
fast-paced
I really should probably refrain from composing a review of this collection because I really can’t stand Bukowski as a general rule. I read this because I wanted to see if cats could chip away a small chunk of Bukowski’s perpetual narcissism. It turns out cats did make an evident impact on him and earned his respect and almost-love far more than humanity (especially women) ever could. And, while Bukowski could never love anything more than himself, apparently cats came pretty close. Three stars for those cats.
I
dislike cute cat
poems
but I've written one
anyhow
I've never read Bukowski before, and I'm not sure On Cats was the correct introduction. Maybe it's because, deep down, I am adamantly not a cat person (like 'em, sure), and I could not care less when someone waxes on the significance of their pet pissing right on their keyboard. And unfortunately for Bukowski, a lot of lesser poets have come after him and aped this ode to the mystery of cats until it feels tired.
And the poems and stories are...meh. Which is a shame, because he does hit some tragically marvelous strides occasionally:
neither of us understands
of cathedrals or
the man outside
watering his
lawn