Hollywood by Charles BukowskiMy rating: 3 of 5 stars
Ah, the misadventures of Henry Chinaski.
I must preface this review because I am a huge Chinaski, ahem Bukowski, fan. I loved Post Office, Factotum, and Woman. I really enjoyed Tales of Ordinary Madness. But I thought Hollywood was just alright. The book chronicles Bukowski's escapade through Hollywood during the making of the only screenplay he penned, the Faye Dunaway and Mickey Rourke vehicle, Barfly.
It is classic Bukowski with lots of booze and hilarious stories but this isn't the same guy. Chinaski is now married and settled and down. The excitement is gone from both the character and the prose.
It is a book I read quickly, enjoying the tell-all Hollywood tales with thinly veiled fictional names (Tom Pell is Sean Penn), but it only warranted three stars and a hint of disappointment from me.
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