Barney's version - M. Richter

A family friend once told me this was a great book, it must have been ten years ago or something like this, so I bought it, then forgot to read it, and now I was back home for the week and went scavenging the library for something to read and found it. It reminded me of Bukowski - cynicism, vulgarity, alcohol - and in a few pages of The Sympathizer, overall too much Bukowski for me to be able to tolerate it.

Le uniche dieci parole in cui ho sentito un qualche tipo di connessione col protagonista:

Io sono un tipo impulsivo, preferisco gli errori ai rimpianti