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"People come to my door—too many of them really—and knock to tell me Notes of a Dirty Old Man turns them on. A bum off the road brings in a gypsy and his wife and we talk . . . . drink half the night. A long distance operator from Newburgh, N.Y. sends me money. She wants me to give up drinking beer and to eat well. I hear from a madman who calls himself 'King Arthur' and lives on Vine Street in Hollywood and wants to help me write my column. A doctor comes to my door: 'I read your column and think I can help you. I used to be a psychiatrist.' I send him away . . ."
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Le Retour du vieux dégueulasse, Charles Bukowski
- Lingua
- Pubblicato
- 2015
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- Titolo
- Le Retour du vieux dégueulasse
- Lingua
- Francese
- Autori
- Charles Bukowski
- Editore
- LGF
- Pubblicato
- 2015
- Formato
- In brossura
- Pagine
- 360
- ISBN10
- 2253003379
- ISBN13
- 9782253003373
- Serie
- Tag
- Narrativa, Storie vere, Prosa storica, Amore, Classici, Racconti, USA, Letteratura Americana, Giornalismo d’opinione & Saggi, Storie, Sessualità e intimità, Violenza, America, Droghe, Antologia, Alcol, Suicidio, Depressione, Rivoluzione, Alcolismo, Feuilleton, Anni '60 del 20° secolo, Emarginato, Colonne, Beatnik, Anni '70-'80 del XX secolo
- Prima pubblicazione
- 1969
- Titolo originale
- Notes of a Dirty Old Man
- Valutazione
- 4,05 su 5
- Descrizione
- "People come to my door—too many of them really—and knock to tell me Notes of a Dirty Old Man turns them on. A bum off the road brings in a gypsy and his wife and we talk . . . . drink half the night. A long distance operator from Newburgh, N.Y. sends me money. She wants me to give up drinking beer and to eat well. I hear from a madman who calls himself 'King Arthur' and lives on Vine Street in Hollywood and wants to help me write my column. A doctor comes to my door: 'I read your column and think I can help you. I used to be a psychiatrist.' I send him away . . ."