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My mother always said that Bukowski was polish, every single time he came up in conversation. Any guy that writes a book where he has casual sex with twenty different mistresses is a polock. Unless he's Italian.
There's your evidence. Until someone can come up with a quote by him declaring that yes absolutely, posifuckingtively I was a sympathizer - in his own words, then I'd say they had no fucking chance in hell to discredit him."A couple of years back I happened to be reading an interview of a local poet in one of the papers and the poet asked his English prof, `What do you think of Bukowski?` And the prof answered him, `He's a fucking Nazi. He'd sell his mother out for a nickel.`
I don't know what causes all this crap but some of it must simply be envy, and that's worse than sad. I only wish my fellow scribblers had just a bit more class. [...] And if I were a Nazi I would be the first one to come out and say so."
- Reach For The Sun, p.70/71
Bukowski's widow, Linda, was unavailable for comment but is said to have been so outraged by Pleasants' accusations that shortly after the book was published she showed up at a signing and left Pleasants a two-word note saying, "Fuck you."