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“What I’m trying to encapsulate with these mere words is the absolute utter charismatic hipness of Bernie Wolfe, a man who knows more about everything there is to know about than any other writer I’ve met.”

—HARLAN ELLISON

“Wolfe is best remembered for his novels of the late ‘50s; twenty years before that, just out of Yale where he was anything but a Yalie and hoping to become a wordsmith, he spent a year writing on consignment for someone called Barneybill Roster who was fronting (or was he) for a Tulsa oil millionaire. He completed his first ‘Eros-ive novel’ in two weeks; wrote four more, and then went on to pornographize the great books and quit after 11 months, 10,000 dollars richer. Wolfe is one of the more voluble sorts—believes in the ‘grand spatter business’ like Celine and Henry Miller (the latter appears here too) and he can soup up a line so that it comes out this way: ‘So the slobbered appetites of the cradle hang on undented and undaunted in the sophisticated eroticisms that infantile Libido ultimately gets channeled into.’”

—KIRKUS

“As to the books of Bernard Wolfe, his extraordinary imagination, his range of styles and genres, should alone qualify him for a conspicuous role in 20th century American literature.”

—THOMAS BERGER

“An autobiography such as was never seen before beneath the moon.”

—BEN RAY REDMAN

“His humor is uproarious . . . one is reminded of Ade or Leacock or Benchley (or all three).”

—BOSTON SUNDAY GLOBE

“Wolfe writes in the mixture of the styles of Joyce and Runyon . . .”

—SAN FRANCISCO CHRONICLE