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Women

Written by Chloe Caldwell

Narrated by Kelly Burke

Rating: 3.5 out of 5 stars

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‘A beautiful read / a perfect primer for an explosive lesbian affair / an essential truth’ LENA DUNHAM

The cult-classic novella that intimately explores one young writer’s whirlwind and whiplash affair as she falls deeply in love with a woman for the first time.

One of Cosmopolitan UK's Best Erotic Novels of All Time

‘I have meditated repeatedly on what it was about Finn that had me so dismantled.'

A young woman moves from the countryside to the city.

Inexplicably, inexorably and immediately, she falls in love with another woman for the first time in her life.

Finn is nineteen years older than her, wears men’s clothes, has a cocky smirk of a smile – and a long-term girlfriend.

With precision, wit and tenderness, Women charts the frenzy and the fall out of love.

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Release dateMar 8, 2018
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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    If you don't enjoy frequent use of the good old-fashioned "c-word" then stay away from this one.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Me parecé gracioso como la mayoría de las reseñas son respecto al libro homónimo de Bukowski. Leí este libro solo porque comparten el título. En un principio me pareció doloroso, la manera en la que la autora misma se presenta como la protagonista y hace referencia que es una escritora y lo que lo hace o no una y como son los escritores me causó algo de cringe, y me pareció de mal gusto. No obstante seguí y cuando llega a la relación con Finn estaba atrapado, no por la prosa de la autora ni su estilo, sino por lo sincero que fue. Es una relación entre dos mujeres, una primeriza y otra experimentada, pero refleja de manera honesta las etapas de una relación, el inicio donde todo es color rosa, los pequeños problemas que la van desgastando y la soledad de la separación. Muy humano, terrible y triste. Hubo una parte donde la autora/protagonista relata como su editora le dijo que ella se estaba enamorando de Finn por su manera de describirla (esto fue antes de que apareciese mejor desarrollada en la trama), lo cual me pareció torpe, o no sé pero no me gustó sin embargo cuanto más escuche de Finn me pareció genial, leyendo a Barthes y Batman al mismo tiempo, su estilo, su temple, suena como una persona genial, el tipo de persona con quien beberías unos tragos amenos... No es un libro genial que trascenderá el tiempo por los siglos que vienen, pero sí es un libro de nuestro tiempo que explora el amor y nos delata aquellas cosas que son tan comunes en todas nuestras relaciones. Buena lectura si acabas de pasar por una ruptura amorosa.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I don’t think the majority of women will enjoy this book. Bukowski had a complicated and conflicted relationship with women and the book (fictional, barely) holds up to the facts of his life. The women in the book are a strange mélange of characters. There are jealous alcoholics, speed freaks, literary groupies and cultured ladies. They are all attracted to the main character, Henry Chinaski, for one reason or another.Henry has left his job as a postal clerk to pursue his writing full time. He has modest success but that isn’t what this book is about. It is about Henry and the many women who come and go from his life. It is also about how these women accept or reject Henry’s chosen lifestyle: an alcoholic writer.Many of the women in the story are troubled and the descriptions of them are pretty negative and degrading. It is misogynistic and in scene after scene, we are treated to depictions of Henry using these women as sex objects in very degrading descriptions of sex. On the flip side, many of these women buy into whatever Henry is selling so I suppose you could say it was consenting.Henry does not hesitate to be equally hard on himself. He is a self-described ugly, dirty drunk with no real prospects. His life revolves around writing, drinking, painting and going to the track. He does readings around the country and frequently hooks up with new women, inviting them to come and stay in his filthy apartment in a seamy side of Hollywood.Bukowski is who he is and I knew going in what I was getting. This one was not my favorite. I don’t think women will enjoy it much if at all and I think men will like it more but still consider it a guilty pleasure in these overly politically correct times. With that being said, Bukowski is one of those American writers every reader should try at least once.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    An 18+ novel that reads like a children's book. This autobiographical recollection of Bukowski's encounter with woman after woman after woman (after woman) doesn't have a specific message, but it serves as a brutally honest look at the character's degenerate lifestyle as a womanizing alcoholic. Chinaski often questions why women give him the time of day, given he's a total low-life...but whatever he's doing as a newly famous poet certainly is garnering attention from ladies far more interesting than he. The contrast between his pathetic ways and the lifestyles of some of the women that pursue him is large (belly dancers, health nuts, promoters, etc.).I can't say I thoroughly enjoyed this book. It was interesting to read about the ease with which Chinaski beds women, but the plot repeats itself over and over again with a new woman each time until finally he's forced to realize that he's a scumbag and that he needs to change his ways and treat women with respect and dignity. I can't say I got much out of it, except for a few laughs and one particularly striking characteristic: amidst all the drinking, sex, and laziness that is Chinaski's life and thought process, we are hit with "pangs" of wisdom and emotional introspection about both himself and society. As though throughout the monotonous life of drinking and affairs, there's still a true human being somewhere in there. Wouldn't read again.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    I finished to read "Ask The Dust", by John Fante, when was suggested me to read this book. It's really similar, but Henry Chinaski has something different from the other guy. He's more unusual, more shameless, seems to be more talented and lucky. I like the way he moves from one situation to another, and, in the middle of the book, you're tempted to live like him. In the final, you start to think if you really wanna live like this... So different and absolutely crazy women, in a world of drugs, with no rules and minimal worrings seems to be interessant... At certain point.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Excellent!
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    A candid look into the real women who Bukowski actually dated.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    I was so excited for her at the beginning, the darkness hit me really hard midway… A good read tho

    The Bukowski reviews confuse me??!?
  • Rating: 1 out of 5 stars
    1/5
    Pure crap.And I love his poetry.I even enjoyed Post Office and Factotum. But this novel just shows what a miserable human being he was. He was vain. He was selfish. He objectified women. Just take this snippet:At ten AM I went down for breakfast. I found Pete and Selma. Selma looked great. How did one get a Selma? The dogs of this world never ended up with a Selma. Dogs ended up with dogs. Selma served us breakfast. She was beautiful and one man owned her, a college professor. That was not quite right, somehow. Educated hotshot smoothies. Education was the new god, and educated men the new plantation masters. Seriously? This book removed Bukowski from my favorite authors list.At least he was honest.He was right: Dogs end up with dogs.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Charles Bukowski writes about a time in his life when his success as a writer attracts many women. And, like a sex-starved teenager, he takes advantage of every opportunity. Bukowski's addict character Chinaski boozes and fucks his way through a sequence of short-lived relationships. Some of these end messily, some cordially. Most end some time after the next has begun. They become a little repetitive after a while: Chinaski gets some fan mail, agrees to meet the woman at the airport; they drink and have sex. Bukowski describes the women, the sex, and himself unflinchingly and unflatteringly but with some humour. I quite liked his honesty. He avoids other writers (and people in general) but when he does encounter others' writings or poems he is straight and objective in his assessment of their work. Chinaski does not reform; he is happy with his drinking and his low, seedy, misanthropic lifestyle. At the end however he gives a hint of becoming slightly less selfish.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    The semi-autobiographical tale of Henry "Hank" Chinaski, a self-described "dirty old man," an alcoholic misogynist loner semi-famous poet with bad teeth, an ugly face, poor fashion, great legs, and an uncanny ability to attract women twenty to thirty years younger than himself. The story follows Hank through his exploits with women, so numerous that by the end of the book you've lost track of how many he's been with and anything about their personality. Hank is a "researcher" of women, trying to learn about their essence through relationships varying from a sight-unseen two-and-a-half year marriage to the several day tryst. In addition to being a ladies man, Hank is also a prodigious drinker, mostly it seems of beer and vodka-7s. He generally hates listening to stereo systems, though a moderately volumed Randy Newman or some German classical composers are okay, and he avoids other writers like the plague. One of the book's memorable scenes includes him sharing a hotel with William Burroughs, and neither of them giving a fuck about meeting the other. Chinaski is a pathetic sack of shit, but one you can love.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Henry Chinaski desires women almost as much as he loves liquor. He's tough on them though - but isn't much easier on himself. His recent success has them stumbling over each other to be with the drunken writer and poet. He has several in play at one time, but his honesty has to be admired. Before he goes to pick a new one up at the airport he calls his current girlfriend to give her advance notice of his cheating. More than a few of his chances with women - sexual and otherwise - are blown by drinking. But with success comes more chances to blow - and with a better class of woman than he's used to. There are also quite a few that drinking doesn't interfere with. Sometimes It's hard to tell that he even likes women. When one of the few that he doesn't try to bed talks, it's "like being battered with tiny pingpong balls."At times his poetic sensibility seeps through the cruelty: "You're a whore." "Yeah? Well', if there's anything worse than a whore it's a bore." "If there's anything worse than a bore it's a boring whore."Chinaski isn't comfortable with most people - including women, isn't comfortable with success, and certainly not with himself. He feels inferior to waiters: "I had arrived too late and with too little. The waiters all read Truman Capote. I read the race results" and department store clerks: "They acted so superior, they seemed to know the secret of life, they had a confidence I didn't possess." Chinaski is a highly flawed narrator, but most of his charm comes from the fact that he knows it and is willing to lay it all out there anyway.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    A powerful analysis of "falling for someone", addiction, self-destructive behaviour, power dynamics and resentment. Insightful and full of emotional intelligence without stooping to kitsch.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Very good. Read it on a snowboard trip to Whistler. Had me laughing out loud and reading passages to Thanos, and you should have seen his eyes pop when he realized that there are actually BOOKS about this kind of stuff. Classic Bukowski.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    Women finds Bukowski (or Chinaski) after he has arrived as a novelist and poet. It's sort of like Factotum except instead of going through a bunch of jobs, he goes through a bunch of women. It doesn't quite reach the high water mark of Factotum, though, because the sex in that smaller book is sexy and the low-life of Chinaski works well with the people he interacts with. In fact, I'm going to have to read Factotum again, probably. Anyways, his trademarks are certainly there in this book, they're just not shown to his best like Ham On Rye.
  • Rating: 5 out of 5 stars
    5/5
    Another great!
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I thoroughly enjoy Bukowski's work, but I got tired of Bukowksi's prose two thirds of the way into the novel. The writing becomes terse and Bukowski's blunt simplicity becomes tiresome after he describes the same "types" of scenes over and over.

    I still ate up the book in a couple of days. This book is quite satirical and boarders the surreal. I love how Bukowski's characters speak about arbitrary subjects, and somehow, these arbritray subjects characterizes their speakers perfectly.

    It's an interesting and wobbly travail down Bukowski Road. That man sure had some devoted fans that put up with a lot of shit to be in his presence.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This is a book about a mid-life crisis brought on by mid-life success. After years of living off candy bars and mailing out poems between factory shifts, Chinaski finds himself a minor literary celebrity with groupies. In fact, the book should be called Groupies instead of Women as Chinaski has very little interest in women that are not mesmerized by his fame. Chinaski sees the irony in all this and has the decency to despise himself. He wonders if all of his struggles were only about this: art as a path to minor fame as a path to women turned on by celebrities.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Chinaski/Bukowski drinks his way from woman to woman, showing it up along the way as a desperately dull way to live. Some of the writing is startlingly, put-the-book-down good, but as a reading experience the book dies around two-thirds of the way through, as the monotony of his life drowns everything else out. It’s a trudge after that, but then that’s probably the point. Bukowski was not an admirable guy, but if you haven’t picked him up, you’re missing out.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    This book could have been about half the size because it gets really repetitive after a while. But it proves what Sean Connery said in "Finding Forrester": Women will sleep with you even if you write a bad book. (Well, they won't sleep with ME, but I digress...) Overall it's just a string of mostly easy women Chinaski has relations with for a short time before either they get tired of him or he gets tired of them. But there are some interesting observations on writing in the book.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    A good companion piece to read at the same time is "Love is a dog from Hell" Many of the poems in that book we're fleshed "hee hee" out form the stories of reletionships he describes in "Women."
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    My favorite of his "fiction" if you want to call it that, told with unsparing honesty.
  • Rating: 3 out of 5 stars
    3/5
    I think I’m beginning to see that one either likes Bukowski or hates him, and so with his work. Depending on your view, he’s either a dirty old man, extremely male-chauvenistic, outrageously misogynistic, or a straight-forward chronicler as life as it is lived, warts and all, with little (or no) time for pretensions and hypocrasies. The truth, I suppose it will be said by fence-sitters, ‘lies somewhere in between’, but I reject that sort of old anodyne hogwash (I’ve been reading a lot of Bukowski) and plump for the latter description.This book would make ag reat catalyst for another 6th form weary debate on ‘What is Pornography?’ If the graphic depiction of the sexual act, enacted in a wide selection of its possible scenarios, is pornography, then some parts of this work might be classedas pornography. But why always the hang up about sex? Personally I find much of what passes for ‘video games’ (so popular with 6 year-olds upwards) to be extrememly pornographic in that they enact violent, mind-warping scenes in which the consideration for humanlife is non-existent.OK. Enough soap-boxing already. This book is by turns very funny, very moving and (for me) enlightening on just how it is that Hank Chinasky (aka Charles), despite all the things he does wrong as regards ‘his’ women still emerges as human, and even ‘humane’. As a novel (and it is very episodic but just about qualifies for the genre) it is rather repetitive and a bit sermonising here and there. But it is really enjoyable to read and… Is that not enough?This is the Virgin Books edition of 2006.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    Depending on my state of mind, I like the book. In 1996, a close male friend recommended I read this because I reminded him of Linda. It totally rang bells for I was going out with an alcoholic. All stories were really dysfunctional and great!!
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    This holds a special place for me as the first Bukowski novel I ever read. Much has been said about Bukowski the poet but as a novelist he is equally thought-provoking.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    It gets you from the start, very well written.
  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
    4/5
    What can I say, classic Bukowski...