Just started reading the semi-autobiographical novel Hollywood by one Mr. Charles Bukowski. So far, so great; a poetic, behind-the-scenes kind of affair. The characters are thinly veiled; for example, Mack Derouac instead of Jack Kerouac, Modard instead of Godard. Bukowski claims that Kerouac cannot write...I would disagree, of course, but his stoic perspective of life is so refreshing. More on this later, but for now, it's happy reading time :)
