I've been wanting to see what all the fuss about Charles Bukowski was, so I bought a copy of Women (1978). However, before I got a chance to read it my father, a career postal worker, told me that he had just finished Post Office and really enjoyed it. So I decided to get a copy of that and read it first. And I quite enjoyed it since it was a detailed description of life at the post office and Henry Chinski's weaning himself away from that job into the world of a writer. Of course there was drinking, severe hangovers, and lots of dirty sex. Women is exclusively about Chinski drinking, giving poetry readings, picking up hot women and having dirty sex. And while enjoyable, funny, and occasionally enlightening; it was repetitive. I feel I know what Bukowski is about now and I don't feel the need to read anymore books, not saying that I won't, but I can see what all the fuss is about now and don't really feel the need to investigate any further.