Finished reading Bukowski's Women. I could see parts of myself in the main character, the writer's alter ego, Henry Chinaski.

Henry Chinaski is a writer, a drunk, womanizer and very depressed. He is very introverted and clumsy with women, though his women find him through his books. That's the only reason he gets lucky. He's into betting on horses and boxing. He's an old ugly man in his fifties and he likes younger women. He always checks out the women's legs. He's obsessed with them.

The style is minimalist, grim and yet somehow humanely hopeful and forgiving. Basic Bukowski material.