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pickI wasn‘t quite as entertained with this one as I was with Ham on Rye, likely due to a lack of tension in the plot. This sequel is a chronicle of Henry‘s restless moving around the country to get away from his girl Jan only to then wander back to her in Los Angeles. One gets the sense he doesn‘t know what he wants or why he does anything as exemplified by all the dead end jobs he lands only to be fired from each within days or weeks. Still funny.
pickWow. Just finished the digital copy. A bit embarrassed that I left a hard copy at my mom‘s house. I‘m sure she‘ll read it - interesting, shocking & perverted. I don‘t know what else to say about this book. Found a 2005 movie trailer, so maybe I‘ll check that out. https://youtu.be/yOcMSq9msSc completed a #bookspinbingo #doublespin with this one, a day late. Not sure if I‘ll ever delve into the other Bukowski on my shelf after this one #catsoflitsy
A couple ways I‘m almost at BINGO, and would be since I started FACTOTUM but left it at my mom‘s when I was visiting... maybe can find it through my library app before the end of the day 😜 have a great day everyone!
EDIT - bingo completed with this book!
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"Frankly, I was horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed. So I stayed in bed and drank. When you drank the world was still out there, but for the moment it didn't have you by the throat."
bailedA story of Mr.Chinaski who is also the alter ego of the author himself.A true story based on the current world situation in terms of life.
pick“My ambition is handicapped by laziness.”
Henry Chinaski - the author‘s fictional alter-ego - is a general factotum, an alcoholic, and an oddly likable kind of asshole. Bukowski‘s writing is so good, but very brash, crass, and sometimes pretty offensive, so definitely not for everyone.
After a long day of shopping (still not finished) and decorating (still not finished), I‘m finally relaxing and getting back to this #Bukowski. #bookandbrews
Baby," I said, "I'm a genius but nobody knows it but me."
It was true that I didn‘t have much ambition, but there ought to be a place for people without ambition, I mean a better place than the one usually reserved. How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 6:30 a.m. by an alarm clock, leap out of bed, dress, force-feed, brush teeth and hair, and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?
My ambition is handicapped by laziness.
Not sure how I feel about this yet but I needed a #1975 book for my #birthdaychallenge. And I'd like to read some well-known authors while I'm at it!
so-soWell, I will say this about Charles Bukowski, he knows how to develop a character. I usually love Bukowski, but this one was just pointless. Details the hard reality of the job crisis during the war and post war...but the main character...his laziness and brashness just got annoying. I'd say just pass, unless you're a big Bukowski fan. #CharlesBukowski
My ambition is handicapped by my laziness.
I'm no preacher but I can tell you this-the lives that people lead are driving them crazy and their insanity comes out in the way they drive.
I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.
She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.
bailedI've read every Bukowski novel with the exception of Pulp, and this was, by far, the worst. That's why it's confusing as to why they made a film based on this novel. Which was worse? The book or the movie? It's hard to tell.
If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All others are a test of your endurance...You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is.
