Charles Bukowski was an alcoholic, a womanizer, a chronic gambler, a lout, a cheapskate, a deadbeat, and on his worst days, a poet. He's probably the last person on earth you would ever look to for life advice or expect to see in any sort of self-help book. Which is why he's the perfect place to start."
Which is how Mark Manson's "The Subtle Art Of Not Giving A F*ck", a counterintuitive approach to living a good life, gets started. And it continues with gems such as, "Look, this is how it works. You're going to die one day. I know that's kind of obvious, but I just wanted to remind you in case you'd forgotten. You and everyone you know are going to be dead soon. And in the short amount of time between here and there, you have a limited amount of fucks to give. Very few, in fact. And if you go around giving a fuck about everything and everyone without conscious thought or choice - well, then you're going to get fucked."
At my age I'm merely intend on preserving what I am and no longer interested in any self-improvement book - if indeed that's what this book is intended to be - but at two dollars it seemed a shame not to pick it up at our local op-shop - and I'm glad I did because it introduced me to the poet, novelist, and short story writer Charles Bukowski.
Why not look him up on wikipedia or sample his writings on archive.org, or you may want to watch the semi-autobiographical movie "Barfly".
