I think was more like a drunken, embarassing brother of Mark Twains, kind of like Billy Carter was to Jimmy.
I think, however that his vulnerbility is what got him laid. At first it was maybe genuine, but it became a commodity of leverage to wedge his foot into doors and simply to get into pants. That vulnerbility can be the wolf in sheeps clothing of misogeny.
All that aside, I like Brautigan. Mcclures essay on his rise and disintegration in Lighting the Corners is revealing and somewhat myth- destroying. I recommend the whole book if you haven't read it!
good to see you.