IT would be a thankless task to try and separate the reality of the flesh & blood and protoplasmic being known as Charles Bukowski from his auto-mythography-recorded in nearly fifty volumes of poetry and prose. It is not my intent, in any case, to try and do so; nor is it my intent to write a biography. My intent is to bring to light as much of the life as is necessary to the writing of a critique and analysis as well as review of the work. In...