![]() ![]() So what better way to spice things up than with exceptionally sardonic and world-weary charm through beer and fisticuffs? Essentially the book’s aboutĬhinaski’s endless series of increasingly idiotic jobs. ![]() Even George Orwell spun some of Down and Out in Paris and London (the British equivalent of Factotum). This is a common literary device as, let’s face it, reality is usually pretty dull. What’s likely is Bukowski used his rather thinly veiled alter-ego, Henry Chinaski, to (presumably) exaggerate some of the (we’re guessing) situations he faced. Quite how true any of the content is we don’t know. An existence of nothing more than bumbling about, idiotic drunken arguing, humiliating jobs, and casual debauchery. Really low-life, scraping the barrel stuff. In Factotum (which isn’t about facts about totem poles, you hear?) he lays bare his barely functioning existence and goes fully down and out. In Post Office, which we covered the other week, Bukowski displayed his life working for the American Post Office. So, before we commence, do note this book is not for everyone. Which, for his high standards there, really took some doing. That is the title of Charles Bukowski’s most socially unacceptable book. Well, cretins, murmuring won’t get you far on Professional Moron! No ho, sir! “What the hell type of title is that for a book?”, you murmur idiotically. Charles Bukowski’s gosh darned hilarious Factotum.Ĭharles Bukowski’s Factotum. ![]()
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