Yeah, I much preferred the women-penned fantasy novels to which my next-door neighbor hipped me. Even the rarely mediocre ones (she has pretty good taste) went down more easily than anything of bukakski’s I’ve tried. I truly gave his work an honest shot, then made an excellent shot when I threw it across the room into my wastebasket.
Mr Cave is also hardly the pinnacle of humanity, but his book King Ink kicks chuckles’ ass into a wastebasket.
