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The best of Bukowski's novels, stories, and poems, this collection reads like an autobiography, relating the extraordinary story of his life and offering a sometimes harrowing, invariably exhilarating reading experience. A must for this counterculture idol's legion of fans....

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Run With the Hunted: A Charles Bukowski Reader Reviews

  • Jonathan Briggs
    2019-06-04 13:29

    It's like the Modest Mouse song "Bukowski" says: He's a pretty good read, but who'd wanna be such an asshole? At least Charles Bukowski came by his assholery honestly -- "born into this sorrowful deadliness" -- not like that overgrown fratboy date-rapist Jack Kerouac. Bukowski was ostracized in school, abused at home, grotesquely scarred by acne and largely unloved. So he started hating back, channeling his hurt and rage into prose and poetry that was plainspoken but eloquent and occasionally even beautiful in its own grimy way. Like the last girl at the bar at closing time. Once he got published and semifamous and the literary cult formed around him, Bukowski had no shortage of company from mustachioed skanks and slumming celebrities. And Bono, Lord help poor Bukowski. But the bile never dried up, and the poison, tho slightly tempered by old age, kept flowing onto the page. In Bukowski's world, everyone is rotten and corrupt except for the Bukowski-stand-in narrator, and he's rotten and corrupt, but at least he has some integrity about it. "Run With the Hunted" is sort of a Bukowski Greatest Hits collection of poems and short stories and novel excerpts arranged in a way to serve as a ramshackle autobiography. It's not something I'd recommend reading from cover to cover. The constant misanthropy and misogyny and drunken self-abuse can get a little tiring. But it's a good book to dip into and sample, and every so often, you might find surprising spots of warmth and tenderness.

  • Francisco H. González
    2019-06-05 16:39

    Más allá de la calidad literaria de esta obra, cuando lo leí hace casi ya 20 años, fue todo un descubrimiento para mí. Luego leería Factotum, La senda del perdedor, La maquina de follar y toda la prosa y poesía que encontré de Bukowski. Después de las lecturas escolares obligatorias, para mí Bukowski fue el detonante que me hizo amar la lectura y emprender un camino, la pasión por leer, que me ha acompañado hasta el día de hoy. Luego fui dejando a Bukowski de lado y fui descubriendo otros muchos escritores y escritoras, pero digamos que Bukowski me puso en el camino y por eso siempre le estaré agradecido, porque para mí, la biblioteca también fue una tabla de salvación, la cual me libró como a Bukowski de hacer cosas horribles, como pasarme cuatro horas al día delante de un televisor, o incluso peores. Os dejo el poema. EL INCENDIO DE UN SUEÑOla vieja Biblioteca Pública de Los Angeles ha sido destruida por las llamas. aquella biblioteca del centro. con ella se fue gran parte de mi juventud.estaba sentado en uno de aquellos bancos de piedra cuando mi amigo Baldy me preguntó: "¿vas a alistarte en la brigada Abraham Lincoln?""claro", contesté yo.pero, al darme cuenta de que yo no era un idealista político ni un intelectual renegué de aquella decisión más tarde.yo era un lector entonces que iba de una sala a otra: literatura, filosofía, religión, incluso medicina y geología.muy pronto decidí ser escritor, pensaba que sería la salida más fácil y los grandes novelistas no me parecían demasiado dificiles. tenía mas problemas con Hegel y con Kant.lo que me fastidiaba de todos ellos es que les llevara tanto lograr decir algo lúcido y/ o interesante. yo creía que en eso los sobrepasaba a todos entonces.descubrí dos cosas: a) que la mayoría de los editores creía que todo lo que era aburrido era profundo. b) que yo pasaría décadas enteras viviendo y escribiendo antes de poder plasmar una frase que se aproximara un poco a lo que quería decir.entretanto mientras otros iban a la caza de damas, yo iba a la caza de viejos libros, era un bibliófilo, aunque desencantado, y eso y el mundo configuraron mi carácter.vivía en una cabaña de contrachapado detrás de una pensión de 3 dólares y medio a la semana sintiéndome un Chatterton metido dentro de una especie de Thomas Wolfe.mi principal problema eran los sellos, los sobres, el papel y el vino, mientras el mundo estaba al borde de la Segunda Guerra Mundial. todavía no me había atrapado lo femenino, era virgen y escribía entre 3 y 5 relatos por semana y todos me los devolvían, rechazados por el New Yorker, el Harper´s, el Atlantic Monthly. había leido que Ford Madox Ford solía empapelar el cuarto de baño con las notas que recibía rechazando sus obras pero yo no tenía cuarto de baño, así que las amontonaba en un cajón y cuando estaba tan lleno que apenas podía abrirlo sacaba todas las notas de rechazo y las tiraba junto con los relatos.la vieja Biblioteca Pública de Los Angeles seguía siendo mi hogar y el hogar de muchos otros vagabundos. discretamente utilizábamos los aseos y a los únicos que echaban de allí era a los que se quedaban dormidos en las mesas de la biblioteca; nadie ronca como un vagabundo a menos que sea alguien con quien estás casado.bueno, yo no era realmente un vagabundo. yo tenía tarjeta de la biblioteca y sacaba y devolvía libros, montones de libros, siempre hasta el límite de lo permitido: Aldous Huxley, D.H. Lawrence, e.e. cummings, Conrad Aiken, Fiódor Dos, Dos Passos, Turguénev, Gorki, H.D. Freddie Nietzche, Shopenhauer, Steinbeck, Hemingway, etc.siempre esperaba que la bibliotecaria me dijera: "que buen gusto tiene usted, joven." pero la vieja puta ni siquiera sabía quién era ella, cómo iba a saber quién era yo.pero aquellos estantes contenían un enorme tesoro: me permitieron descubrir a los poetas chinos antiguos como Tu Fu y Li Po que son capaces de decir en un verso más que la mayoria en treinta o incluso en ciento. Sherwood Anderson debe de haberlos leído también.también solía sacar y devolver los Cantos y Ezra me ayudó a fortalecer los brazos si no el cerebro.maravilloso lugar la Biblioteca Pública de Los Angeles fue un hogar para alguien que había tenido un hogar infernal ARROYOS DEMASIADO ANCHOS PARA SALTARLOS LEJOS DEL MUNDANAL RUIDO CONTRAPUNTO EL CORAZÓN ES UN CAZADOR SOLITARIOJames Thurber John Fante Rabelais De Maupassantalgunos no me decían nada: Shakespeare, G.B. Shaw, Tolstói, Robert Frost, F. Scott FitzgeraldUpton Sinclair me llegaba más que Sinclair Lewis y consideraba a Gogol y a Dreiser tontos de rematepero tales juicios provenían mas del modo en que un hombre se ve obligado a vivir que de su razón.la vieja Biblioteca Pública de Los Angeles muy probablemente evitó que me convirtiera en un suicida, un ladrón de bancos, un tipo que pega a su mujer, un carnicero o un motorista de la policía y, aunque reconozco que puede que alguno sea estupendo, gracias a mi buena suerte y al camino que tenía que recorrer, aquella biblioteca estaba allí cuando yo era joven y buscaba algo a lo que aferrarme y no parecía que hubiera mucho.y cuando abrí el periodico y leí la noticia sobre el incendio que había destruido la biblioteca y la mayor parte de lo que en ella habíale dije a mi mujer: "yo solía pasar horas y horas allí …"EL OFICIAL PRUSIANO EL ATREVIDO MUCHACHO DEL TRAPECIO TENER Y NO TENERNO PUEDES RETORNAR A TU HOGAR.

  • Arthur Graham
    2019-06-03 14:35

    Always a joy to hear Buk read, like the voice of an old friend. His tone betrays a gentle soul, somewhat at odds with his more callous/crass persona, and his delivery seems natural and unaffected. Like all of his recordings, this one provides bits and pieces of context between each selection, and his interactions with those others present are both revealing and entertaining in equal measure. Initially I questioned the producer for including so many retakes when the slurred bits could have easily been edited out, but the end result is a raw, uninterrupted document (with all its imperfections) that makes you feel like you're sitting in on something really quite intimate.I didn't love this one quite as much as Hostage, and of course nothing beats The Bukowski Tapes, but a good listen all in all.

  • Jon
    2019-05-29 21:50

    Charles Bukowski, the man with the plan. Bukowski is extremely entertaining and I love reading his stuff. I don't know about you, but I get a warm fuzzy feeling inside every time I read his stuff. Like drinking a fine scotch on a cold winter night...(I don't drink scotch nor live in a cold climate). His stories are both comforting and extremely inspiring to me for some reason. I find them even cathartic. After reading his stuff, I usually get a strong urge to be really really adventurous, drink heavily, and "bang" prostitutes in the nearest metropolitan alleyways and get in fights with random people and drive drunk and do other things a 30 year old adolescent might do...Anyways, it is both invigorating and completely delusional/depressing/pathetic/immature at the same time...I suppose I would just rather stick to the stories and drink by myself in my parents basement at the age of 29 in the middle of the suburbs...Now that is "real" living...and much safer... I also get completely depressed and misanthropic when reading his stuff for some reason...meh...Anyways, Bukowski is simply written, alienated, and so fun to read. I really suspect 90% of his stuff is made up, which makes it that much more awesome. He is totally full of shit... I think if I taught high school, Bukowski would be a required read. Though I would never teach high school cause I hate it and teenagers are assholes... I think Bukowski should be read because he is very digestible and a great gateway to other better writers... My biggest complaint with Bukowski is he can over do things from time to time. Like trying hard to find "meaning" in every shitty little thing his drunken eyes fall upon (a brown floor, some broken glass, or some turd floating in a toilet for a week cause he was too lazy to flush it down)... It can be too much, too romantic (I literally picture him staring into a toilet bowl at a turd and trying to make "sense" of it and write a poem out of it)...Though subtle, at times it seems unnatural and forced. However, it's not too much to the extent that it becomes an annoying aspect (like these reviews). It's tolerable (unlike these reviews). I don't like quoting Bukowski much cause I think he has to be read in its entirety to fully enjoy it. It takes roughly a day to read the longest of his books cause they are so easy to read. Some laugh out loud parts in this book for sure...This book reads a bit like an autobiography the way it is arranged... Here are notable poems no one gives a shit about:"Alone with everybody""hug the dark""ill""8 count""Bring me your love""face of a political candidate on a street billboard""genius of the crowd""Dinosauria, we"

  • Corin Wenger
    2019-06-10 16:46

    I have gone through a few stages over the years in reading Buk. The first few years, I suppose I was like any kid eagerly devouring all the beat/countercultural stuff out there. At some point in time I just got tired of his apparent qualities of egotism, narcissism, misogyny, and what I saw as a romanticization of poverty and alcoholism... What was there to like about Bukowski? As it turns out, I have been reading this anthology, which gathers some of his "best" writing in his forty or fifty books. His writing tends to be opaque--that is, the protagonists (usually named Henry or Hank Chinaski, which might or might not signify an alter ego of Bukowski) don't bother to tell us what they're thinking, either in their minds or to the other characters. They might even say something but a subliminal text is evident that says something entirely different. While behaving as a selfish prick toward a woman, for example, it occurs to the reader that the protagonist has had any number of negative experiences that burnt him to the point that he no longer has any ability to imagine a different response--as if he lacks any power, sometimes the awareness as well, to behave in a healthy way. This, Bukowski seems to recognize as being a factor in his loneliness and alienation, but considering all the alternatives that might be less lonely, he would have to compromise something essential to the Bukowskian man: personal freedom. That is sort of a Faustian bargain though, as personal freedom also begets loneliness. Personal freedom is necessary for his male, white characters because they are stuck in a working class prison that basically demands the confrontation of stark choices. Either one works like a dog in a dead end job and lives a straight life, or one holds true to one's own sense of what is enjoyable, aesthetically rewarding. One offers an easier retirement and perhaps a (dysfunctional, of course) family, but sacrifices dignity. The alternative, having an indifferent attitude towards work means that other aspects of life will suffer; one will not be able to conform to the straight society; one will not find a respectable woman as a girlfriend or whatever. Self-respect also fails if one remains only a bum, but it's not that Bukowski's characters have no work ethic; they have a strong interest in maintaining their own writing. Usually the protagonist's relationship to women, once you get over the initial revulsion you may have toward someone with such evident misogyny, is usually hilarious and at the end is poignant. Sex is not something he seems to care whether someone gets hurt over--sometimes the character commits rape (e.g. in the novel "Women.") Yet he does have ethical behavior in other ways. It's hard to explain--he is sometimes very kind to people and at the same time he sometimes treats people like shit, depending on what they mean to him as people. The scene of Factotum, where a whore corners him in his furnished room and forcibly sucks him off despite his begging for mercy, is one of the funniest scenes I've ever read. It's also worth noting how he can write prose that is dry, deadpan and flat in his own way; perhaps the only writer who I could compare to who uses such an "anti-art" aesthetic is Kurt Vonnegut. Things that we are accustomed to hear about in flowery, lyrical prose are treated mockingly, such as sex, while real emotions and traumatic events he conveys without a language for feelings, simply describing actions that show the characters' states of mind.There are also selections of poetry in this book, but I chose to focus on the prose because I prefer the prose. If you would like to sample Bukowski over the thirty years or so of his career, this would be a good place to start.

  • Emalie Soderback
    2019-06-15 17:49

    This was the moment I began my love affair and nerdy literary obsession with the works of Bukowski. This collection of stories and poetry reads like an autobiography; appearing not in the order they were written or what books they were published in, but in what they outlined, from his birth to his death. He will envelop you in his cynicism, make you want to cry over packs of cigarettes and glasses and glasses of whiskey, and empathize with his unexpected tenderness.“I always felt as if I was going to be sick, to vomit, and the air seemed strangely still and white. We painted with watercolors. We planted radish seeds in a garden and some weeks later we ate them with salt. I liked the lady who taught kindergarten, I liked her better than my parents.”

  • Marsha
    2019-06-07 20:41

    I enjoyed reading this anthology of Mr. Bukowski's many stories, poems and excerpts from his novels. Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic and many of his stories touch upon his barfly life. With his strong descriptions and wonderful dialogue, I felt like I was right there with him. He also wrote about his working life - working for the post office, and eventually as a writer. He wrote about his experiences freely under fictional characters. He loved women but did not seem to have much respect for him. His stories are rough and not for the timid.

  • Zachary Rawlins
    2019-06-07 16:53

    Rarely does a collection do a truly talented writer justice - and Bukowski has such a mastery of words and language, an inherent ability to capture beauty and ugliness and loss and pain with such incredibly vivid detail that it haunts me. This collection has most of what you need, whether you just want to reread some favorite poems or stories, or whether you are discovering Charles for the first time. The mad, drunk poet laureate of Los Angeles, the genius bum and drunk, the man is a fascinating enigma, and his work is powerful, deep and personal. One of my favorite books of all time.

  • Derek Emerson
    2019-06-23 19:48

    Bukowski is not for the light-hearted, but well worth exploring. This 500-page reader is culled from over 20 works by the writer, and this is the weak point in the book. Editor John Martin has done a good job of mixing the poetry and prose of the writer from his early days until late in his life. Still, it is at times a clunky mix, missing the cohesiveness a writer gives a work. Nearly any anthology faces this dilemma, and few get around it. Still, as an introduction to his work, it would be hard to find a better mix.As for the writing itself, you get all the highlights of Bukowski's style. It is raw, filled with life and obscenity, which nearly overlap for Bukowski. I find his prose a bit forced as he writes his own legend. If you do not know Bukowski's story, it is worth getting an overview somewhere else. Suffice it to say, he had a very rough childhood, and he seemed to relish a rough life on his own. He goes through women as fast as his drinking, and seems to hold them in about the same regard -- at times he worships both, and at times he is sick of them.I find his best work showing up in his poetry. There too he can be seen consciously holding a mirror to his work, but at times you hear just the writer. For example:"for Jane"225 days under grassand you know more than I.they have long taken your blood,you are a dry stick in a basket.is this how it works?in this roomthe hours of lovestill make shadows.when you leftyou took almosteverything.I kneel in the nightsbefore tigersthat will not let me be.what you werewill not happen again.the tigers have found meand I do not care.Lines like "what you were/will not happen again" are not what usually get quoted for Bukowski. But this famous poem, for what many consider his first and main love, is one of many ways the writer kept his love alive.I'm clearly not in the camps that sees Bukowski as a demigod, but he was a great writer and worth spending time with.

  • Brian
    2019-06-04 15:54

    For me Bukowski is one of the truest voices in both poetry and prose I have ever encountered. I discovered him in Tower Records main store in Dublin in 1984. Took to his prose first and Run with the hunted was one of my first purchases. I fully understand the hostility he generates, and I am glad in a way I nver met him.There was a very mean streak in him and he acted dispicably towards many who were his greatest supporters.But the more I read of him the more I appreciate the clarity and incisive nature of his work.Words are like bullets, he once said. That is so true. His words can go straight to the heart or the head.There is no floss or artifice in either his poetry or his prose.He remains an outsider even years after his death. He had great compassion and depth while at the same time being a querelous and outrageous in the way he acted.He reminds me somewhat of Patrick Kavanagh in that sense, but Kavanagh wrote some of the best and most compasionate poetry written by an Irish poet in the last century.He was crue and ignorant jist as Buk was, but that does not invalidate his take on the world.It wasn't all bleak either and it had an immediacy I that is unsurpassed in my view.As I write this five volumes of his work are looking back at me as well as The John Fante Reader.ll.His work reflet and the loneremains an outsider and most of his work reflects the plight of the los- the estab and

  • Jonah Arias
    2019-06-21 13:42

    Charles Bukowski shows his life through use of emotion and the dark life of an LA poet, as well as a rambunctious teenager living with abusive parents and horrible acne. There is also a great amount of profound poetry in this book. The profound poetry is vulgar and violent, but it comes straight from the heart of Charles i.e. Henry Chinaski. When Charles was walking up and down the streets with all of his pus filled bandages, he didn't let anything get to him, he stood up for himself even through all of those weird stares. Or the time Charles had to go and live with his Hell-bent parents for a while, which was a revival of old hate and rude disposition, but he didn't let the crude likes of his Father stop whatever it was he was doing... writing. Charles didn't mind waking up at 8 and going to the bar for a drink with Harry. In this memoir-esque biography, Charles sticks it to the man, discovers women, evolves into a crabby, dirt poor, Los Angeles poet/writer, and meets a new best friend, alcohol. This is one for the ages, and something all those with aspirations to write biographies/memoirs should read.

  • Heather
    2019-06-14 14:35

    What I loved about this anthology is the fact that it was chronological. Bukowski never truly wrote a detailed autobiography of his life. What he wrote instead was a series of autobiographical fiction like Ham on Rye that this compilation pulls from. Here the author has pieced together the various prose and poetry from Bukowski's life and arranged it in chronological order for us to take in. If you are a die hard Bukowski fan this may be repeat stuff for you. This book is best in the hands of a novice as they can read from start to finish the evolution from a tortured, isolated, lonely boy to a tortured, isolated lonely man. Bukowski as a read is very gritty, very vulgar but achingly honest. Through all of this pain I see a sensitive man who had been beaten up by life's circumstances and the patriarchy of early 20th century which was even less forgiving than it is today. The ending entry in this anthology, the poem "Bluebird", is a perfect example of what I mean.

  • Jessica Lavander-Biggs
    2019-06-25 17:54

    I'm a big fan of the TV show Californication, and I read somewhere that Hank's character was based on Charles Bukowski, which made me curious to read him. Unfortunately, I am not a fan at all of Bukowski. I tried to finish this book, but after reading a story of a possible rape he committed while working as a postal worker, I couldn't stomach him anymore. The man has little literary talent, and he's a despicable human being. Basically, he's an alcoholic with a personality disorder. I don't know if his writing was meant to be humorous or ironic in some way, but I missed any semblance of humor.

  • Joseph
    2019-06-12 20:39

    Writing about Charles Bukowski — or, even more so, about his work — is like writing about driving in a pounding thunderstorm … or experiencing the sounds and smells of a paper mill running at full production … or walking through the neighborhood you grew up in, many years later, and marveling at how small and shabby the houses and people and cars and even the street-signs seem to have become. One can describe all of these things, of course; but ultimately, the experience itself is irreducible. And that is Charles Bukowski.

  • Andrea
    2019-06-22 19:51

    He always comes through. It was a delight to be taken through his work in this arrangement. I've read most of his published work and was comforted in seeing the passages and poems I'd read as well as some new stories and poems i hadn't gotten to yet. When the loneliness seems too great, he always comes through.

  • Melis
    2019-05-28 17:53

    A nice compilation of poems and novel excerpts arranged by the time period in Bukowski's life that they reflect. Reads like a novel in its own right. Very much enjoyed it.

  • Monkey C
    2019-06-16 17:54

    probably all the bukowski the average person will ever need. a great introduction to his prose and poetry.

  • Abigail
    2019-06-06 21:41

    One of the treasures of my early book reading past and early love affair with the work of Bukowski.

  • Koen Kop
    2019-06-25 21:48

    Some of his boyhood stories are OK; some truly funny : "The Death of the Father"(p.182), "Maja Thurup" (p.199), "No Way to Paradise"(p.256). The so-called poetry stinks. I stand by my previous opinion on Charles Bukowski as expressed in my review of South of No North - see there.

  • Dane Cobain
    2019-06-01 20:46

    Well, this is interesting - the first ever review on SocialBookshelves.com that has been assigned three different categories - fiction, non-fiction and poetry. With Bukowski, it almost doesn't matter - he flows effortlessly between mediums but always retains the same, unique genre. That's why we love him.Interestingly enough, this collection of short stories and poems is arranged in chronological order in the order in which they happened in Bukowski's life, rather than the order in which it was published. This makes the whole work flow equally and almost feel like a new novel, despite the fact that much of it has been seen before.Interestingly, the first edition of this book was published in 1993, the year before Bukowski's death - it's like an eerie precursor to his oncoming demise, and as such it acts in many ways as the ultimate memoir. Of course, that doesn't necessarily make it the most obvious choice for new readers to begin with - it was edited together by John Martin, the lifelong friend and editor of Bukowski, but the author himself didn't have a huge amount of input (as far as I'm aware).Still, there are some gems in here - I'm more of a fan of the poetry than the prose, but both are enjoyable and reading the two of them transposed together makes for an interesting, new experience. Expect to see the usual mixture of horses, women, bars and booze, and Hank Chinaski is back in all his majesty.Perhaps most interesting is the chance to observe the author's troubled relationship with his father - even the way that he describes his father eating food is repulsive in some subtle way: 'when my father ate his lips became greasy with food'. Other pearls of insight include, 'No wonder Hemingway was a drunk, Spain be damned, I can't stand it either.'To be honest, I can just let the poetry do the talking: 'I was a bum in San Francisco but once managed to go to a symphony concert along with the well-dressed people and the music was good but something about the audience was not, and something about the orchestra and the conductor was not, although the building was fine and the acoustics perfect I preferred to listen to the music alone on my radio and afterwards I did go back to my room and I turned on the radio but then there was a pounding on the wall: "SHUT THAT GOD-DAMNED THING OFF!"'That's one of the interesting things about Bukowski's poetry - that was poetry, but I presented it as prose for the sake of formatting. You often can't tell the difference, his prose can be just as abstract and it always offers a glance in to the world that the poet existed in. This'll take a long time to read, but it'll be enjoyable at every step of the way.

  • Muhannad
    2019-05-27 21:52

    There's something unsatisfying about reading a book of selected works. It's knowing that of all the novels and books published by author, I've completed none, but read excerpts from all. Otherwise, the book offers a better selection of Bukowski's poems, which I always felt I had to sift through to find one worth reading. Albeit, when found, it, indeed, shook me to the core."Dinosauria, We"Born like thisInto thisAs the chalk faces smileAs Mrs. Death laughsAs the elevators breakAs political landscapes dissolveAs the supermarket bag boy holds a college degreeAs the oily fish spit out their oily preyAs the sun is maskedWe areBorn like thisInto thisInto these carefully mad warsInto the sight of broken factory windows of emptinessInto bars where people no longer speak to each otherInto fist fights that end as shootings and knifingsBorn into thisInto hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to dieInto lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guiltyInto a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closedInto a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroesBorn into thisWalking and living through thisDying because of thisMuted because of thisCastratedDebauchedDisinheritedBecause of thisFooled by thisUsed by thisPissed on by thisMade crazy and sick by thisMade violentMade inhumanBy thisThe heart is blackenedThe fingers reach for the throatThe gunThe knifeThe bombThe fingers reach toward an unresponsive godThe fingers reach for the bottleThe pillThe powderWe are born into this sorrowful deadlinessWe are born into a government 60 years in debtThat soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debtAnd the banks will burnMoney will be uselessThere will be open and unpunished murder in the streetsIt will be guns and roving mobsLand will be uselessFood will become a diminishing returnNuclear power will be taken over by the manyExplosions will continually shake the earthRadiated robot men will stalk each otherThe rich and the chosen will watch from space platformsDante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playgroundThe sun will not be seen and it will always be nightTrees will dieAll vegetation will dieRadiated men will eat the flesh of radiated menThe sea will be poisonedThe lakes and rivers will vanishRain will be the new goldThe rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark windThe last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseasesAnd the space platforms will be destroyed by attritionThe petering out of suppliesThe natural effect of general decayAnd there will be the most beautiful silence never heardBorn out of that.The sun still hidden thereAwaiting the next chapter.

  • Scott A. Nicholson
    2019-05-29 15:32

    Though I've read much of Bukowski's full novels, this was my first exposure to both his poetry and his short stories. I really should have inspected it more before I bought it, as there were a lot of excerpts in this collection taken from novels I'd already read. Well, that was my bad. Still, it's a big collection and I certainly found plenty new material to keep me entertained for the haul. Run With the Hunted was well crafted and assembled with care, in an order that not only represents Bukowski's many writings, but also in some ways parallels his life.Bukowski's short stories share many of the same themes and forms as his novels, but seem to take on a higher purpose while retaining less of a point. Each story represents the human condition with small examples of life, which often end before any fulfilling condition in a way that focuses on the characters' struggles, not solutions. That's life, I suppose is the message, if any, that Bukowski was trying to relay.As for his poetry, they say you either hate it or love it. In that case I am one of the few on that fine line between the two. The man had a very prolific career and there's bound to be hits and misses. Sometimes there will be no rhythm, but only jarring statements connected with seemingly little purpose, and at other times the rhythm is beautiful and the context is perfectly laid out with great metaphor and clarity. And more often than not, his poetry reads more or less like flash fiction which happens to be laid out in awkward line breaks; a good story, but you wonder why it was broken into stanzas. As usual, Bukowski is an asshole, but an observant and well written one who knows a thing about life and can weave an entertaining story.

  • Mary
    2019-05-29 18:43

    I had never heard of Charles Bukowski when I recently saw him recommended by another author and randomly found this e-book through my public library. I vaguely remembered reading reviews of the movie "Barfly" years ago and thinking I didn't want to see it. I'm not sure even now that I would want to see the movie version of Charles Bukowski's dissipated lost years. But reading about it is something else - unexpected, appalling, and yet, delightful. This reader runs very long and uses Bukowski's writing in a roughly biographical timeline although some of the semi-autobiographical writings were written when Bukowski was in his 70s. Yeah, it's not clear when reading it either. But it works. Bukowski is most interesting when writing of the lost years before he became a working (sometimes starving) writer. His writing of drunken stupors, of barflies, of the inner lives of flophouse denizens is enlightening although sometimes striving too hard to be shocking. "Ham on Rye" seems to be the best book for this period. I found the middle years as he slowly became known and successful much less interesting. But the later years are worth it - Bukowski mellows, experiences the strange nostalgia of the making of "Barfly" and finally a happy marriage - with the added domesticity of cats. Two poems that capture the best of both eras are "Flophouse" and "Confession". The latter is a love poem to his wife that unexpectedly captures the everyday bliss of banality in an anti-Bukowski way. Touching.

  • Johan Wilbur
    2019-06-11 17:54

    Pues las tres estrellas no se las doy por el contenido (que es Bukowski y, en fin, eso, que es Bukowski y punto) se las doy a la existencia del libro en si. El cual es, simple y llanamente, un sacacuartos. Que uno ya esta acostumbrado a comprar libros de Bukowski y sumergirse en sus historias cortas y poemas con la idea "Esto me produce Deja Vu" constante y bueno, es lo que hay. Pero aquí tiene extractos bien diferenciados y clasificados de Mujeres, Cartero, Factotum y Hollywood junto con historias cortas de Música de cañerias o Se busca una mujer, con otros poemas de aquí y allí y, bueno, que la excusa de "Eh, que los hemos ordenado cronologicamente" no creo yo que sea suficiente como para desembolsar el importe del mismo si ya se han leido las novelas anteriormente.Así que, eso, si no has leido las novelas ni la poesia de Bukowski y te quieres adentrar levemente en su universo pues vale, pillatelo y saborea los aperitivos de las mismas. Sí lo has hecho abstente y ahorrate el ir buscando entre las casi 600 paginas de fragmentos algo que no hayas leido todavía.A destacar: Que espero que no sigan sacando recopilatorios en este plan en el futuro.

  • Kevan
    2019-06-04 19:51

    Bukowski is all too adept at the art of imbuing emotion in a reader. Within his succinct and wry narrative, he chronicles his life in this anthology of both his prose and his poetry. Interestingly enough, this anthology is arranged chronologically: it ranges from Bukowski's first account of familial life from under the kitchen table as a toddler to his last days. Through the lens of his literary alter ego, Henry Chinaski, he creates a world filled with misfortune and unabashed licentiousness, carrying us on his expansive carpet of a brusque, barbed-wired, yet intricate mind through the years of 1920-1994. He tells the tale of living on the West Coast in a perpetual drunken stupor without hope, passion, and a job. He defines dissipation and cynicism in their most pure forms. The anthology is redolent with a yearning sadness, alcoholism, amorous and abrupt sexual escapades, and a genuine disdain for the subnormal. Yet, Bukowski is strangely sensitive and fragile in an almost childlike way. Bukowski paints the picture of a genuine, hopeless romantic who only wants love to remunerate him for all he has suffered. A truly terrific read.

  • Hannah
    2019-06-11 18:42

    [...]meanwhileI take showersanswer the phoneboil eggsstudy motion and wasteand feel as goodas the next whilewalking in the sun.p. 250, 'claws of paradise'I'm new to Bukowski, but I like contemporary American poetry. A lot of the reviews already written on Bukowski have analysed him better than I can. He's sad. He's incredibly real to point of being frightening. How can a life with feelings like that be tolerable? This anthology brings a wide variety of his work together. The collection is also arranged so that there is a chronological progression through the life of his work. Even though there are different narrative voices, Bukowski so clearly comes through all of them. While I appreciate the talent of his words, this collection was hard for me to get through. It may have been the womanizing, the raping, or the drinking, but I couldn't handle Bukowski all at one. I loved the poetry sections, and even though I occasionally wanted to read more of a particular story, I don't think I will.

  • Emma
    2019-06-02 15:52

    Bukowski is like no one I've read before. He has no ambition, no honour, no care but he does have talent. He writes about mundane everyday moments, arguments, observations but he writes in such a way that these moments are interesting and significant. I can not like Bukowski, his character is often despicable but Bokowski knows it himself. The point of his work is not to like him, respect him or admire but to relate to another human in the most basic, sometimes shameful way. His dialogue is fast-paced and natural. His poems are varied, some are simple and conversational others are the most exquisite imagery pieces. Run with the Hunted was a good read because of the way it was complied. The excerpts, short stories and poems were not in order of publication but in order of how they related to Bukowski's life. This book is both an anthology and a sort of biography through his alter ego Henry Chinaski. Bukowski made me uncomfortable, he made me laugh, he made me understand. Definitely worth a read.

  • Zack
    2019-06-21 17:47

    Not for almost thirty or forty years after the events chronicled in his fictionalized partial autobiography, "Ham On Rye", did Charles Bukowski begin to gain any significant acclaim as a writer, only then for his deliberately sleazy (per the editor's direction) column in the L.A. weekly Open City, which popularized his name and launched the groundswell of support which would ultimately make him famous, but seems for the most part to have poisoned him against serious consideration by the academics. This chronological sampling of B's almost completely autobiographical prose and poetry was assembled by his friend and longtime editor/publisher John Martin in the form of a memoir (an impressive labor of love). This was the first Bukowski book I ever read, and is still one of the best, since it manages to highlight the best things about him, and never gets mired in the bad ones (as do some of the others).

  • Oliver
    2019-06-04 21:46

    This is the only Bukowski I've read and I was only able to get through about 3/4. I dig the pain and the realism in his work but there is simply too much here. I find his poetry rather dull, except for this poem titled Rain.a symphony orchestra.there is a thunderstorm,they are playing a Wagner overtureand the people leave their seats under the treesand run inside to the pavilionthe women giggling, the men pretending calm,wet cigarettes being thrown away,Wagner plays on, and then they are all under thepavilion. the birds even come in from the treesand enter the pavilion and then it is the HungarianRhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,one man sits alone in the rainlistening. the audience notices him. they turnand look. the orchestra goes about itsbusiness. the man sits in the night in the rain,listening. there is something wrong with him,isn't there?he came to hear the music.

  • Jen
    2019-06-21 20:48

    I remember sitting in a dinner environment with approximately eight friends and aquaintances. I've always considered myself to be a bookworm with good taste. However, each of those at the table with the exception of me, was entrenched in a conversation regarding Bukowski's work. Astonished, I vowed to myself that his work was a must read. Later, this book was recommended to me by an entirely different friend of mine. What makes this particularly interesting was that it's been edited by Bukowski's lifelong friend. He pulled from each of B's works the parts that were self-autobiographical and arranged the pieces according to the order of B's life rather than the chronological order in which they were written. It makes a fantastic book and introduces pieces of so many works that I am now facinated by several of his works and look forward to specific ones rather than a complete shot in the dark regarding which to pick out.