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Erections, Ejaculations, Exhibitions, and General Tales of Ordinary Madness by Charles Bukowski
mireyagt's review against another edition
3.0
Mmmm creo que bukoswsky no es para mi. Apenas me han gustado un par de relatos.
La escritura y los pensamientos del escritor no son para nada de mi estilo, no sé si habrá sido casualidad pero los días que he leído este libro he acabado obsesionándome con mis pensamientos y mis ideas y sin poder dormir, muy mala sensación.
La escritura y los pensamientos del escritor no son para nada de mi estilo, no sé si habrá sido casualidad pero los días que he leído este libro he acabado obsesionándome con mis pensamientos y mis ideas y sin poder dormir, muy mala sensación.
pitxigil's review against another edition
4.0
No está mal, hay algunos relatos que son insulsos, pero algunos son muy buenos. Hay duros, divertidos, extravagantes. Lo recomendaría. El estilo es muy Bukowski frases cortas y concisas, si te gusta como escribe le daría una oportunidad.
carlcaesar's review against another edition
5.0
En principio este libro es como un golpe en la cabeza. Todavía no te duele, pero te deja algo mareado, sin saber exactamente que es lo que ha pasado. Algo así me ha sucedido con este libro. Durante los primeros capítulos o más bien relatos.
El libro junta una serie de relatos cortos escritos de una forma peculiar, en los que el nexo de unión es el sexo, aun que no deja de existir también una existencia algo miserable dedicada al alcohol y las apuestas. Tiene momentos de brillantez exquisita sobretodo en los capítulos finales en los que deja de lado las historias y se centra mas en una crítica social pura que por desgracia será vigente y dolerá igual, pasen los años que pasen.
Realmente creo que merece la pena que este libro esté en las estanterías de cualquier lector ávido de ácido y libre pensamiento alcoholizado y sexual.
Raro, intenso, desmedido. Genial.
El libro junta una serie de relatos cortos escritos de una forma peculiar, en los que el nexo de unión es el sexo, aun que no deja de existir también una existencia algo miserable dedicada al alcohol y las apuestas. Tiene momentos de brillantez exquisita sobretodo en los capítulos finales en los que deja de lado las historias y se centra mas en una crítica social pura que por desgracia será vigente y dolerá igual, pasen los años que pasen.
Realmente creo que merece la pena que este libro esté en las estanterías de cualquier lector ávido de ácido y libre pensamiento alcoholizado y sexual.
Raro, intenso, desmedido. Genial.
tfitoby's review against another edition
2.0
He writes well, this much is obvious, but I really just didn't care about reading what felt like the same 'story' over and over again.
I enjoyed his writerly voice, the tone of the prose, the attitude of it all, it was so dirty and real as you would expect of somebody influence so obviously by [a:Ernest Hemingway|1455|Ernest Hemingway|http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1175539371p2/1455.jpg] but, and maybe it is because of these expectations that I didn't love it, I was expecting more, something to make me want to keep turning the pages, plot maybe? And if that's so then I guess I leave myself open to criticism for it.
It very quickly felt like something of a chore to read, which is a shame. I feel bad about it. Usually I am filled with vitriol and bile when a book makes me want to give up. I don't hesitate to criticise it, tear it apart, throw it away but here, in this case, I am just sad.
I enjoyed his writerly voice, the tone of the prose, the attitude of it all, it was so dirty and real as you would expect of somebody influence so obviously by [a:Ernest Hemingway|1455|Ernest Hemingway|http://photo.goodreads.com/authors/1175539371p2/1455.jpg] but, and maybe it is because of these expectations that I didn't love it, I was expecting more, something to make me want to keep turning the pages, plot maybe? And if that's so then I guess I leave myself open to criticism for it.
It very quickly felt like something of a chore to read, which is a shame. I feel bad about it. Usually I am filled with vitriol and bile when a book makes me want to give up. I don't hesitate to criticise it, tear it apart, throw it away but here, in this case, I am just sad.
dearflynn's review against another edition
1.0
I guess Bukowski is not my style. I did not enjoy reading this book, but I can't say I hated it. Some stories were nice.
But I don't know, I didn't get the major part of it.
But I don't know, I didn't get the major part of it.
valeefree's review against another edition
3.0
I racconti di Bukowski sono sempre fuori dal comune, talmente originali che ti chiedi come un umano possa aver scritto ciò in alcuni casi. Però, purtroppo, tendono ad essere ripetitivi.
apechild's review against another edition
2.0
Now, I have read a Charles Bukowski before, so I know what to expect, and I wasn't shocked. This is dirty and depressing writing, about alcoholic, unwashed men who sit about in dives getting drunk, go to the horses to bet (the short stories on that theme were so dull), treat women like crap, fantasise about raping women and sometimes do it as well... there just doesn't seem to be any joy in life, or anything worth the effort. It makes you feel a bit grimy reading about it all. But at the same time, oddly enough, he does have a dry wit, and there are some funny one liners in here. Because hey, you've got to laugh, or else you'd just cry.
The thing is, the book I read before was Post Office, which is a novel. This book is a collection of short stories - so immediately you've got the problem that some will be better than others. But as a collection of lots of little stories, it is too depressing. It's stop-start into these depressing little excerpts of lowlife humanity and I'm at the point where I just can't read any more. Hey, I got past page 138, so I have given this a fair enough chance. But I would say if you're new to Bukowski, maybe try a different book? This may well be for fans only.
The thing is, the book I read before was Post Office, which is a novel. This book is a collection of short stories - so immediately you've got the problem that some will be better than others. But as a collection of lots of little stories, it is too depressing. It's stop-start into these depressing little excerpts of lowlife humanity and I'm at the point where I just can't read any more. Hey, I got past page 138, so I have given this a fair enough chance. But I would say if you're new to Bukowski, maybe try a different book? This may well be for fans only.