A review by mazloum
You Get So Alone at Times by Charles Bukowski

4.0

This is probably the first poetry book I've read in ages, so perhaps my judgment is suspect with regards to it. Bukowski's words are raw and hard-hitting, and they feel so entirely natural that you realize there's no artifice at all. He just experiences this things and writes about them, and it's like you were there with him at the time, listening to his thoughts as he went through them. He doesn't paint himself in a nice light: he's not nice or polite, he's rude and repugnant and you probably wouldn't want to hang out with him, but you'll end up doing so anyway, because you've never met someone quite like him.