'Ham on Rye' by Charles Bukowski
January 1 - January 5, 283 pages, 1982
"It was joy. Words weren't dull, words were things that could make your mind hum. If you read them and let yourself feel the magic, you could live without pain, with hope, no matter what happened to you."
This book wasn't too shabby. It was a fairly easy read, and when I found that I could be bothered continuing with the story I breezed through alot of it.
Ham on Rye is semi-autobiographical and is written similar to Catcher in the Rye although takes place over a lifetime. I would say that Catcher is a better book. There is a bit of language and pretty explicit scenes relating to all that 'sex stuff' that teens talk about, but I think it was a bit over exaggerated. When I think about it, the main character isn;t really a likeable person, but seeing as it's written from his point of view, I felt sucked into to sympathising with him.
Nothing really stands out to me. It was just a good, interesting book. I think having the really short chapters was a sneaky way to keep me reading.
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