A biography of the lowlife nihilist forgoes the fig leaves.

In Michael Montfort's photographs, L.A.'s late poet laureate of the gutter gets bent and knocks the bejesus out of literary decorum.

Once you give up hoping that anything will really happen in Ethan Hawke's drifty, pretentious directorial debut, it's easier to settle into the mid-'70s nothingness atmosphere.

Matt Dillon reflects on the perils of summoning his inner Bukowski, and what makes "Crash" so hard to watch.

While I may not be your definition of sober, I am mine. So stop telling me what I need

Latin America's McOndo literary movement drags the butterflies of magical realism into Burger King. With Jorge Franco's narco-saga "Rosario Tijeras," it may have found its first masterpiece.

The life-embracing, death-defying founder of the Pogues is a king hell drinker, a writer and one of the last of a vanishing breed.

Four poems and an interview from Charles Bukowski

"Run With the Hunted"

Twain became enamored with Olivia quickly, and despite an initial rebuff from her, a lasting relationship ensued

I wondered how much is too much, whether drinking could be done with any control. Could it be simply enjoyed?

"I had never even heard of a latte until the morning I left a house party that ended around 8 a.m."

French filmmaker Lios Carax romanticizes the sleaze and squalor of Paris street life.

Literary bad boy James Frey says Dave Eggers can eat his dust. His self-promotion is tiresome, but his addiction memoir, "A Million Little Pieces," shows he has the right stuff.

He quit, but then he got the idea he could start again, and it's getting spooky