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Item Details
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| Author: |
Bukowski, Charles |
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Typed letter signed by Charles Bukowski to Louise Webb (of Loujon Press), with an original drawing, dated 1-2-79 |
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San Pedro, CA |
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| Date: |
1-2-1979 |
| Item # : |
168666 |
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327 |
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12 |
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| The Edwin Blair Collection of Beat Literature, plus Modern Literature |
| Sale Date |
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03/09/2006 |
| Price realized |
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$ 1265 |
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| Description: |
| A long 2-page letter, dated 1-2-79, to Lou Webb. Bukowski is catching up with Louise Webb, discussing his own issues as well. Also, with two original black and white photos of Charles Bukowski and his future wife, Linda Lee, at the beach, both captioned in ink on the versos, one dated July 1977 and other July 1978, laid in. Includes the original mailing envelope. Letter measures 11x8½". Note: The woman in the photo on the right in the main image is Bukowski's daughter Marina Louise Bukowski; she was named Louise in honor of Gypsy Lou Webb. |
| Reads: “Hello Lou: I lost your card letter, finally found it. No, I hadn’t heard you had a heart attack; you keep taking the pills. Marina Louise is now 14 years old; she’s a tall gentle girl. I’m living with a good woman, Linda Lee [his future wife], and have moved out of east Hollywood, at last… Got into this home in San Pedro because my tax accountant talked me into it…If Jon were alive he’d really get his kicks out of seeing me live in this place after all those small rooms and courts. After all, it was you and Jon who really got me started. Remembre those days? The presses? Breaking in shipment…the flood…fire…attack…moving from city to city. I often talk about you two, those crazy editor-publishers, starving to bring out these beautiful and immortal printing jobs…books that people now look at in wonderment…It was a crazy and magic time, and the good old OUTSIDER too…never quite a magazine like that…I know (sic) longer hear from William Corrington…When I think of you and Jon, I think New Orleans. I’m glad you’re working at an art shop on Bourbon street. You are a New Orleans institution, a grand lady. There should be a place there for you always, Gypsy Lou Webb. Remember standing in the cold trying to hawk those paintings on the sidewalk? They ought to write songs about you…I guess you know old Henry Miller is still alive? His son wrote me a while (Larry) and told me that I was the world’s greatest writer. I told him to look over his should and he’d find him. (He lives with Henry). So we’re still fighting from this seaport town, still trying to get the world down. I still drink too much. Recently fell down against the side of the fireplace, drunk, then smashed the coffee table. Linda Lee put cat medicine on my side…Sorry I waited so long in answering…have been searching for your letter for days. It was damned good to hear from you. may the gods and the luck be with you…Hank (signed). Also, a holographic note on the side margin: “p.s. Please Don’t give my address out. I’m hiding out. Thanks…”. With an original figure drawing of a strange creature by Bukowski at the top of the first page. |
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| Fine. |
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