Opening with the exotic Lady Death entering the gumshoe-writer’s seedy office in pursuit of a writer named Celine, this novel demonstrates Bukowski’s own brand of humour and realism, opening up a landscape of seamy Los Angeles.
Rating: 2.5 stars
Pulp is probably my least liked book by Charles Bukowski and why? I am guessing because it lacks his typical Chinakski charm of tragedy. Yes, Pulp is his proper attempt at fiction which of course, isn’t a bad book but certainly not the one you should start with if you want to read some of his best works.
Pulp is the story of Belane who is a detective who has for once, taken up more than he can handle. A case of a once dead artist, an alien and a cheating wife fails to strike as sub plots that hook. It fails because it doesn’t offer much throughout and also the end may seem a little lacklustre. Bukowski starts off with these but fails to sustain the reader’s interest to the hilt and more so, fails right at the end. For me, the crossing of paths of Lady Death, Red Sparrow and Celine with Belane befuddles me in the overall perspective.
This is Bukowski’s attempt at pulp fiction which doesn’t quite work out in his favour. I do enjoy pulp fiction once in a while but this book unfortunately, howsoever enjoyable it was was when reading (primarily because of Bukowski’s style of writing) is hampered with the failure to make a mark and stick with me.
Recommended only if you are if an ardent Bukowski fan!