| David Orr has been flinging the same mud at Bukowski and Bukowski's posthumous publications for years now. He's been using the same exact jabs and barbs for more than a dozen years. An example, in this 2019 review he writes: > At this point, new books by Bukowski tend to be pretty old. Bukowski’s publisher has issued something like 20 volumes from “Buk” since the writer’s death in 1994, frequently with large chunks of them scavenged from previously published writing. The many recycled poems, letters and prose fragments in “On Drinking” follow previous collections including “On Cats” and “On Love” and “On Writing,” with “On Cats Who Love Drinking and Writing” presumably waiting in the wings. In 2006, for a humor issue of _Poetry_ [1], he wrote a review titled: > Reviewed Work: Charles Bukowski: Drafts, Scribbles, Doodles, Signed Leases, Cancelled Checks, Drawings on Cocktail Napkins, Things He Wrote on a Nerf Football with a Green Marker, Things He Wrote on a Waitress in Tulsa with the Same Green Marker, Things He Wrote (Possibly in Blood) on an Issue of Marie Claire, Things He Wrote (Possibly in Vomit) on a Copy of X-Men vs. the Fantastic Four No. 3, and Sestinas by Charles Bukowski in which he goes on to write: > If you've seen the 9,473 Charles Bukowski collections currently for sale in Barnes & Noble, you probably wondered, along with the rest of the poetry world, when we'd finally be given a full picture of this major artist by his choosy publisher. Sadly, this isn't it. Missing,
for example, are five poems known to have been written by "Buk" on scraps of toilet paper during a binge in Sante Fe Repeating the same lame 'here's a long title to show my displeasure at the amount of posthumous material that is being published because for some reason it is personally irritating to me just how prolific Bukowski actually was' joke for more than a dozen years is pretty hackneyed. It almost seems like he's just rewriting the 2006 review here and adding some concern trolling about drunk driving. [1] sci-hub.tw/https://www.jstor.org/stable/20607525 |
Dude's been dead since 1994. There's only so much you can say.