Dangling in the Tornefortia is the first book
where Bukowski combined
poems and
short stories. Of course, it's all autobiographical.
And, to me,
it's all fiction. I bought this book
on a trip to New Orleans to see the Passionate
Visions
art show. No, I saw it in a bookstore there and bought it
later,
back in Panama City. I fled the bookstore. A woman
tried to pick me up. I had
what James Thurber called
"the recessive knee." The secret life of
Walter Mitty.
I only fuck my wife. What kind of a novelist am I?