In this book set in Los Angeles, you can see the continuous presence of the great city in all of Charles Bukowski's writing, an infernal city, despite being located in the middle of the Californian paradise, the dream of every poor US citizen, with its oranges, its sun and its wine, wine that Bukowski gave good account of all his life, like whiskey, like beer, which will inevitably be his source of inspiration.
Bukowski takes on the attitude of a crazy hermit, of exasperated lucidity, of a drunken comedian at the counter of a lonely bar. He laughs at everything, tries to earn some money for a drink or a whore without working hard, hangs out with other crazy urban rats, hates humanity, locks himself in his room and entertains himself by telling us the stories that happen to him or come to mind. they occur.
