2 page Autograph Letter, signed on both sides of a single sheet. 11x8½". In black ink atop multi-color crayon abstract doodling, ink little man and bottle sketch on second page. With original envelope.
Bukowski writes, in full: "Linda - Lost yr number, tried to phone you tonight. all they gave me was a # on 30th st. Drunker now, smoking some low-grade shit; my radio gives me Brahms #4. I lived with that one long ago. I need new blood, new women, new chances, new luck, new fuck, new ball-bearing gusto. Can you mail me your phone # so next time I get drunk and need a voice different than all these sidewalk shit games, I'll have a minor go at it. Thanks, Love, Buk. [P.S.] Very rat-ass dramatic tonight. destruction of brain cells via betting upon dead eyebrows of cocksucking universe.-B." According to Linda, this is the first letter Buk sent. She was a young painter who made a pilgrimage to City Lights where she was so captivated by “The Days Run Wild…” that she wrote a fan letter to Bukowski in care of Black Sparrow Press. Linda Nanz, unlike Libby Vaubel, was very much the young innocent, and to her surprise he wrote back and requested her phone number. They corresponded for a year, and she received many drunken phone calls late at night. Linda was not prepared for his less than subtle physical demands which culminated in his being angry when Linda rejected his request to stay with her in New York City when he gave a poetry reading in June, 1976 at St. Mark’s Poetry Project. When Linda, the innocent artist, approached Buk to say hello after the reading he rebuffed her and she was threatened by a tall red-headed prostitute from Texas who Buk brought with him. Linda’s young male friends were angry that Linda was brought to tears and a beer bottle fight ensued.