A review by francisicus_rex
On Cats by Charles Bukowski

4.0

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.