Women was the first novel I ever read by Charles Bukowski, at the age of 21, which is close to exactly the right age to read Bukowski. I’m more a fan of his poems and especially his reading of his own poems than I am his novels, but this passage from Women has always been one of my favorite from any book. I remember vividly coming to this phrase while walking to work, and suddenly sort of “getting” the whole book, which I had been struggling with. This is back when I used to walk a half-hour to work every day, and I’d read while walking down the sidewalk.
I loved this passage so much that, throughout a lot of my early/mid 20′s, I would carefully deface bathrooms across Charlotte with it, trying to put it as high on the walls as I could, so it would be harder to cover over with the regular penis drawings and racial slurs endemic to bar bathrooms.
Anyway, so here it is. It took way too long–coloring is sure complicated, I don’t think I’m cut out for it. But it looks better with color than without, so there’s that. I like the idea of adapting stuff though, as it means I can concentrate on HOW to lay it out and get the point across, which I don’t do much in my regular comics, especially the autobio ones. Anyway.