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Boy-Golly, did my mom hate this book! (She should have known from the title.) But for those of us with less rigid definitions of "filthy" and "perverted", this is an absolute must read. Bukowski hails from the time of great authors--the literary icons of the fifties and sixties that toilet-papered the trees of the daily grind with freedom and beauty, poetry. Not the golden ray of sunshine kind of beauty my mom wants to read about, but the type that finds nobility in the filthy grime under fingernails kind of beauty.