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Charles Bukowski

Paperback | Pages: 208 pages

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Title	:	Factotum
Author	:	Charles Bukowski
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Deluxe Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 208 pages
Published	:	May 31st 2002 by Ecco (first published 1975)
Categories	:	Fiction. Thriller. Mystery. Classics. Novels

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One of Charles Bukowski's best, this beer-soaked, deliciously degenerate novel follows the wanderings of aspiring writer Henry Chinaski across World War II-era America. Deferred from military service, Chinaski travels from city to city, moving listlessly from one odd job to another, always needing money but never badly enough to keep a job. His day-to-day existence spirals into an endless litany of pathetic whores, sordid rooms, dreary embraces, and drunken brawls, as he makes his bitter, brilliant way from one drink to the next.

Charles Bukowski's posthumous legend continues to grow. Factotum is a masterfully vivid evocation of slow-paced, low-life urbanity and alcoholism, and an excellent introduction to the fictional world of Charles Bukowski.

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Original Title:	Factotum
ISBN:	0876852630 (ISBN13: 9780876852637)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Henry Chinaski

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There were times while reading this short novel that I had to stop and wonder if my aspiration to one day be the female Bukowski is either setting my sights too high or placing the bar too low. And then I up and went to a bar, since I was reading this on the anniversary of the Dirtiest Old Man in Literature's passing and all, so I stopped worrying about pretty much everything. YOU'RE STILL MY BOY, BUK.

Factotum an employee who does all kinds of work.Henry Chinaski an alter ego of Charles Bukowski was a special kind of factotum he was an employee who didnt want to do any kind of work.Im a writer temporarily down on my inspirations.Oh, a writer, eh?Yes.Are you sure?No, Im not.What do you write?Short stories mostly. And Im halfway through a novel.A novel, eh?Yes.Whats the name of it?The Leaky Faucet of My Doom.Oh, I like that. Whats it about?Everything.Everything? You mean, for instance, its

There were times while reading this short novel that I had to stop and wonder if my aspiration to one day be the female Bukowski is either setting my sights too high or placing the bar too low. And then I up and went to a bar, since I was reading this on the anniversary of the Dirtiest Old Man in Literature's passing and all, so I stopped worrying about pretty much everything. YOU'RE STILL MY BOY, BUK.

Bukowski holds a strange attraction for me. I suppose reading his novels and short stories is something like staring at a car crash or returning to the scene of the crime: I just can't help it. There is a primitive, visceral draw. I have yet to read a Bukowski novel that I consider great. Factotum does come close, but its moments of brilliance are weighed down by excessive machismo and male posturing. Still, I can't say I regret reading it, and I know I will read Bukowski again.

Having read two of Bukowski's books now, I've decided he's for two types of people: psuedo-intelectual masochists that want to slum a little and more genuine people that live very histrionic if arrogant and introverted lives. I cant get over how conceited Bukowski is, how conceited his books and intentions are, or the way he treats his audience. I guess hes sort of a modern day Oscar Wilde or Elephant Man, but reading his books gives me the impression that most people that read him think the

"I nodded and told him that I understood. But that wasn't enough, he had to show me how to pull anchor and unmoor from the dock when all I wanted was another drink." Bukowski was right in a lot of ways. The workaday life really does suck. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. The underbelly of America is encapsulated at the local Greyhound station. Henry Chinaski, in Factotum, is "horrified by life, at what a man had to do simply in order to eat, sleep, and keep himself clothed." It's all

This is pretty typical Bukowski. As with most of what he wrote its supposed to be loosely based on his real life experiences. If you can get beyond his annoying habit of trying to convince you of how tough he is and exagerrating if not out and out lying about the frequency of his sexual encounters and the quality of the women involved then its a good quick read for a laugh. The best stuff in this is his humorous accounts of working various disposable menial jobs. Bukowski is very funny, a fact