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I’m glad I did. His words are like what Hemingway would have thrown away. He is a fucked up womanizer, but I still love it. You know what else I like about Bukowski?

But Post Office is not an entirely frivolous affair. But it’s still just dicks, isn’t it? This mofo was lazy, self-destructive, and pretty much just amazing. And soon Hank finds himself trying to get back to the post office.

Plus, Bukowski’s use of capitalization is genius. At the end of the sentence, like it’s an afterthought, the feeling you’re left with when all the others have come and gone.

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Thanks for telling us about the problem. I don’t mind working, ’cause I used to be jerking off most of my time in bars, I’ve been a cabbie and a stock clerk and a soda-fountain jock-jerk And a manic mechanic on cars. Starting with Flower, Fist and Bestial Wail inhe produced cargero collections almost once a year.


I like hearing about a guy’s romantic conquests. Or perhaps that’s giving him too much credit.

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I love the stripped down, short and direct sentences that tell it like it is. Sometimes some guy will come up with a new way of writing about his dick, your Ulysses or Gravity’s Rainbow, or someone’s particularly good at writing about his dick, like Philip Roth or Bukowski, and everybody’s like, ta-dah!

He takes to the racetracks, drinking all day, placing bets, doing nothing.

Because life is amazing, you just gotta punch the shit out of it sometimes. I stopped at a small apartment house with the box downstairs along the front pavement. Share your thoughts with other customers.

And personal anecdotes to add color and context to the BarBud. He came to the United States with his parents when he was three years old and spent his early years in poverty. I could hear his gravelly voice and smell the whiskey on his carhero. Women is mostly sad, woman after woman, without apology or shame. He acts reflexively according to his desires, with little concern for the long term.

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The plot moves along on the intensity and energy of various crises involving Hank and his supervisors, coworkers, and lovers. I don’t know about you, but that does not make you want to be a postman It’s minimalism but not in the Hemingwayesque style, i. I mean a lot, a lot. The charm of this book lies in the relentless attachment of Chinaski to the US Postal Service, as he puts charled thankless hours on bukowdki trot in pursuit of a life drowned in alcohol, cigarettes, race-horses and obviously women.


And it made me laugh. Account Options Sign in. Ambition, status, wealth are for mugs.

Hank starts as a post service substitute carrier, a sub mailman. One never knows just where Bukowski’s life ends and Hank’s life begins! Post Office, by Charles Bukowski. I walked into the next room and there were priests’ robes spread caartero on the table.

It is all somewhat detached; his daughter is “the girl”, even though he knew “as long as I could see the girl I would be all right”, but such detachment is nece I enjoyed this more than I expected and in some way, more than I think I should!

I mean will it tell them life can go so wrong even when we try our best? I recommend Post Office with caveats. Bathos The opening line is, “It began as a mistake”, section two opens, “Meanwhile, things went on” and the book closes with, “Maybe Bukkwski write a novel I thought. With one snap of his jaws he could rip off my balls. From inside the book.