This anthology of [Bukowski’s] poems and short prose honors the animals that touched his soul. Bukowski captures the spirit of his own pet cats as fighters, hunters and survivors, including photos of himself with his charges.” — Lisa Ko, author of The Leavers
“When Time magazine dubbed poet Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) the ‘laureate of the lowlife,’ it’s doubtful they were referring to felines. Yet On Cats collects his musings on this enigmatic creature never fluffy and cute in his hands.” — Newsday
“Would you have guessed the hard-drinking writer whose life inspired the film ‘Barfly’ would have a soft spot for felines? Editor Abel Debritto has pulled together Bukowski poems and prose about cats, friendly and respectful but not gooey - and given Bukowski’s other preoccupations, not for kids.” — Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
“Acclaimed writer Charles Bukowski turns his signature eye on the world of felines. A series of essays and poems all about cats, Bukowski’s classic funny and frank tone becomes, at times, even endearing as he explores and honors the majestic creatures and our relationship with them.” — Bustle
“Photos throughout show the author’s delight in his pets-which just might inspire cat-lovers to become Bukowski fans, and vice versa. On Cats would be a meaningful gift for either, or both.” — Book Page
“Cat fanatics and fans of Charles Bukowski, you now have something in common. Bukowski heralds the feline through his powerful words with a touch of humor, although the book never makes fun of the animal that he calls ‘the beautiful devil.’” — Brit & Co
“If you know those souls who treasure, endure and delight in both cats and life - you lucky kings and queens of literature loving crowd - this is the book for you.” — The Review Broads
“A treat for any Bukowski fan.” — Entertainment Realm
This anthology of [Bukowski’s] poems and short prose honors the animals that touched his soul. Bukowski captures the spirit of his own pet cats as fighters, hunters and survivors, including photos of himself with his charges.
If you know those souls who treasure, endure and delight in both cats and life - you lucky kings and queens of literature loving crowd - this is the book for you.
Acclaimed writer Charles Bukowski turns his signature eye on the world of felines. A series of essays and poems all about cats, Bukowski’s classic funny and frank tone becomes, at times, even endearing as he explores and honors the majestic creatures and our relationship with them.
Photos throughout show the author’s delight in his pets-which just might inspire cat-lovers to become Bukowski fans, and vice versa. On Cats would be a meaningful gift for either, or both.
When Time magazine dubbed poet Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) the ‘laureate of the lowlife,’ it’s doubtful they were referring to felines. Yet On Cats collects his musings on this enigmatic creature never fluffy and cute in his hands.
Would you have guessed the hard-drinking writer whose life inspired the film ‘Barfly’ would have a soft spot for felines? Editor Abel Debritto has pulled together Bukowski poems and prose about cats, friendly and respectful but not gooey - and given Bukowski’s other preoccupations, not for kids.
Milwaukee Journal Sentinel
This anthology of [Bukowski’s] poems and short prose honors the animals that touched his soul. Bukowski captures the spirit of his own pet cats as fighters, hunters and survivors, including photos of himself with his charges.
Cat fanatics and fans of Charles Bukowski, you now have something in common. Bukowski heralds the feline through his powerful words with a touch of humor, although the book never makes fun of the animal that he calls ‘the beautiful devil.’
A treat for any Bukowski fan.
"Roll over, roll over!" With these unlikely words, narrator Roger Wayne takes listeners on an occasionally exasperating but always exhilarating look at cat ownership. This previously unpublished collection of short prose and poetry offers a surprisingly intimate look at writer Charles Bukowski, who is typically seen as a womanizing tough guy. Wayne deftly conveys his descriptions of the fighters, hunters, and survivors that are his favorite pet. Most amusing is Wayne's account of Bukowski relaxing in the bathtub with a cigar and THE NEW YORKER—until his cat decides to join him. She soon drenches the magazine and unravels his fine cigar. Wayne's conversational style offers a warm and loving look at Bukowski and his feline companions that will forever change his image. S.G.B. © AudioFile 2015, Portland, Maine
DECEMBER 2015 - AudioFile
"Roll over, roll over!" With these unlikely words, narrator Roger Wayne takes listeners on an occasionally exasperating but always exhilarating look at cat ownership. This previously unpublished collection of short prose and poetry offers a surprisingly intimate look at writer Charles Bukowski, who is typically seen as a womanizing tough guy. Wayne deftly conveys his descriptions of the fighters, hunters, and survivors that are his favorite pet. Most amusing is Wayne's account of Bukowski relaxing in the bathtub with a cigar and THE NEW YORKER—until his cat decides to join him. She soon drenches the magazine and unravels his fine cigar. Wayne's conversational style offers a warm and loving look at Bukowski and his feline companions that will forever change his image. S.G.B. © AudioFile 2015, Portland, Maine
DECEMBER 2015 - AudioFile
2015-06-04 A curious collection of writings about cats, as the self-acknowledged Dirty Old Man of American letters celebrates his feline affinities and affection. Not nearly as substantial, provocative, or even interesting as this year's other posthumous Bukowski collection, On Writing, this slim volume features poems and prose pieces—mainly distinguished by the length and formatting—that focus on, feature, or merely mention cats. "I / dislike cute cat / poems / but I've written one / anyhow," writes the author in "My Cat, the Writer." Though Bukowski didn't care much for most of humanity, he did like cats a lot. Why? Because as the title of one poem puts it, "A Cat Is a Cat Is a Cat Is a Cat." The autobiographical pieces reveal that he shared his home with as many as a half-dozen cats at a time and that these cats would bite him, sleep with him (and wake him early), urinate on him, and fight with other cats. Mainly, they were indifferent to him, even his flatulence, and he greatly admired their lack of neediness and their self-possession. "If you're feeling bad," he writes, "you just look at the cats, you'll feel better, because they know that everything is, just as it is. There's nothing to get excited about. They just know. They're saviors. The more cats you have, the longer you live." Bukowski called them his teachers, and he clearly identified with them, especially the bedraggled and stray ones. Of a cat at the vet, somehow walking again after being run over by a car, he writes, "this cat is me. He came to the door starving to death. He knew right where to come. We're both bums off the street." Cat lovers won't confuse the author's verse with T.S. Eliot's, and Bukowski fans will find this of marginal significance.