on 27 December 1997
Take off the rose-colored glasses...return your seats to their upright position...place your head between your knees and prepare for a crash landing. Don't get me wrong: this book is not a diatribe condemning love. We've all read and loved our Byron, but now it's time to step through the looking glass, children. Love may "walk in beauty like the night" but, "Love, Bukowski Style"...asks you to remember that "the night" isn't the best venue for clarity of vision. Bukowski speaks to that other side of love...vitriolic, soul-destroying, perverted, barbaric and insane. All, who have ever loved, will find the words for their feelings...the feelings for their lack of words...in Bukowski's auto-Eros-dissection. Why would I suggest you read this volume of poetry? Why would anyone want to subject themself to such unpleasantries? What kind of sadist am I, that I would ask you to deliberately subject yourself to the pain of love? To know love, is to know the pain of love. Yet for all the pain inherent in love, we seek love again and again. Nothing exercises our gifts of hope and faith more strenuously. Love may be a "dog from hell" to Bukowski, but he is still unable to disguise his want, his need and his hope for more love. Bukowski - alcoholic, misanthrope, barbarian, gutter rat - who writes of love and can still say..."It softens a man."
on 11 March 1998
I was down and out and burned out. Love was beating me down. Never heard of him. Saw the title. What else did I need? Bukowski mixes pure, raw sexual experiences and images with heartfelt love, adoration, and regret. He is one of the few authors in the world who can change your emotions from laughter, to disgust, to tears in only three poems. Read him. You must.
on 12 February 2014
I bought this book as a gift for someone who wanted to read a book by Bukowski. It turned out not to be quite the kind of book I thought it was, so I ended up buying a novel too - this was my fault for not reading enough about it before purchase. It is a collection of poems and short pieces of writing on the subject of love and not a novel.
The person who received the gift liked it and finds it a good book with all the typically Bukowski features of gritty, sometimes grim realities of life and yet still retaining hope and joy too. Some of the other reviews here do a better job than I can in describing the style of the writing and the way it might affect a reader.
It is hard to remain unmoved by almost anything by Bukowski, although how deeply you relate to his view of the world and the people in it will depend on your personal experience.
on 30 July 2014
There are some gems within this volume, which as the title suggests, concentrates on the themes of love and relationships. In his own inimitable style Hank catalogues his numerous amorous encounters - by turns funny, tragic and most often poignant. This particular volume is less poetry, more a selection of very short stories. For vintage Bukowski at his best I would recommend 'The Days Run Away like Wild Horses over the Hills.'
on 23 May 2001
Locked away in the bowels of a sweaty and soiled charity shop, where the government had placed me for a six month sentence...I was placed in charge of books and records there i discovered this elegant beerstain, along with Tropic Of Capricorn and On The Road;Beat became mine.The rips and tears of unsuccessful love affairs were constantly comforted by Love is a Dog From Hell, either sober or blind drunk staring through goldfish bowl eyes, it is a book i constantly refer to more than any other in my collection. My friends who do not read at all also totally relate to Bukowski's experiences and have grown to love him. I really don't think there will ever be a time when i am not flicking through this masterful collection of poetry.
on 13 June 2011
This book too me is pure heaven on a broken plate, the only way in which I can describe with how the buk man writes, is when your on a beach and you start eating a sandwich and this sandwich is delectable until you come across nasty,gritty,dirty sand but this sandwich is so good you cant stop eating it. This book for me is perverted love on paper.
I got a can and sprayed
and sprayed and sprayed
and finally the roach came out
and gave me a very dirty look.
then he fell down into
the bathtub and i watched
with a subtle pleasure
because i paid the rent
and he didn't. (cockroach)