A review by tfitoby
Tales of Ordinary Madness by Charles Bukowski

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.