Amy Sohn writes the ‘Naked City’ column for New York magazine. She is the author of the novel Run Catch Kiss (Simon & Schuster, $23), and her second novel, My Old Man, comes out in 2004.
Women by Charles Bukowski (Black Sparrow Press, $16). The wackiest and funniest book I have ever read, Women chronicles the horizontal adventures of Bukowski’s alter ego, Hank Chinaski, who goes to the track, listens to classical music, drinks, vomits, and beds women, not necessarily in that order.
The Kid Stays in the Picture by Robert Evans (audio version; New Millennium Audio, $40). In this abridged version of the movie mogul’s autobiography, read by the author, Evans recounts his rise from actor to head of Paramount Pictures. His salty language, nicotined talk-chuckle, and refusal to be harder on anyone than he is on himself make you feel like you’re listening to a crazy drunk genius in a bar.
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