Post Office

Charles Bukowski


Post Office

Post Office

  • Title: Post Office
  • Author: Charles Bukowski
  • ISBN: 9780876850862
  • Page: 461
  • Format: Paperback



It began as a mistake By middle age, Henry Chinaski has lost than twelve years of his life to the U.S Postal Service In a world where his three true, bitter pleasures are women, booze, and racetrack betting, he somehow drags his hangover out of bed every dawn to lug waterlogged mailbags up mud soaked mountains, outsmart vicious guard dogs, and pray to survive the It began as a mistake By middle age, Henry Chinaski has lost than twelve years of his life to the U.S Postal Service In a world where his three true, bitter pleasures are women, booze, and racetrack betting, he somehow drags his hangover out of bed every dawn to lug waterlogged mailbags up mud soaked mountains, outsmart vicious guard dogs, and pray to survive the day to day trials of sadistic bosses and certifiable coworkers.This classic 1971 novel the one that catapulted its author to national fame is the perfect introduction to the grimly hysterical world of legendary writer, poet, and Dirty Old Man Charles Bukowski and his fictional alter ego, Chinaski.


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Okay, I can already hear the “booooos” from the Mitchellites saying “how can you give Cloud Atlas two stars, but you give THIS four stars?” I will tell you how. It’s simple really. I thought Cloud Atlas was “okay,” whereas I “really liked” this one. That’s all there is to it. So here we goThis book made me want to drink. A lot. I mean a lot, a lot. And it made me laugh. A lot. Now you know; my secret is out – I am a twisted, depraved human being who enjoys reading the thoug [...]

is it just me, or does reading bukowski make you want to listen to tom waits, too? finished post office last night and this morning listened to small change on the train. here are the opening lyrics to I Can't Wait to Get Off Work (And See My Baby on Montgomery Avenue): 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. It's nice work if you can get it, now who the hell sa [...]

Bukowski was once an idol of mine. I've since grown up. He took himself too seriously (while pretending that he didn't). And he was practically talentless. He had spunk and a surprising ("surprising" because of all the booze) work ethic but an ultimately boring sense of humor. His words are like what Hemingway would have thrown away. Bukowski was America's greatest one-trick pony. Or perhaps that's giving him too much credit. He might have had only half a trick, like that uncle of ours who used [...]

Why is reading Bukowski so much more enjoyable when you're drinking? Easy: because everything's more enjoyable when you're drinking.Still, for however much the man's life and writing was informed by the bottle, it was informed by a lot of other things as well, and working for the U.S. Postal Service from the early 1950s to the late 1960s was one of them. This is the book where Bukowski explains how he fell into his career as mail carrier (and later mail clerk), why he stuck with the job for as l [...]

Thank you for registering to BarBud! Ever wandered into a bar, hoping to meet a fellow to philosophize with deep into the night, only to find yourself alone with a student bartender who simply doesn't have it in him yet? Ever wanted to approach that old lonely drunk staring into his glass, so deeply lost in his thoughts that you dare not disturb him? Ever wanted to talk nonsense with a sleazy, voluptuous barfly, laugh and kiss and stroke and fuck and drink and drink and fuck and smoke and drink [...]

اولامتیازی که به کتاب دادم مربوط به نسخه‌ی اصلی می‌شه، نه این نسخه‌ی مثلا ترجمه شدهدومتاحالا پیش نیومده بود که خوندن یه کتاب به این اندازه باعث عصبانیت‌م بشه، ولی با خوندن این کتاب واقعا عصبانی شدم و تاسف خوردم از اینکه فرد گمنامی تحت عنوان متجرم به خودش این اجازه رو بده که [...]

My first affair with Bukowski. I found this book while substitute teaching a group of tranquil 12th graders. I picked up the book, began reading, and couldn't believe that this book was allowed in a classroom.Luckily the students had no interest whatsoever in the book, so I had it all to my evil self. The book is hilarious. I read it in an afternoon. I became that crazy person in a coffee shop cackling over her book. The sentences are short and sharp. The protagonist has no regard for anything. [...]

Another masterpiece of feminism in American Literature. Jay kay!Oh, nah. The daily tale of the proletariat is fully disclosed here in such a disarming & shocking manner. The protagonist is one alcoholic, misogynistic mess! And I love him for it, & perhaps now C. Bukowski, too.

Allow me to introduce you toHENRY CHARLES "HANK" CHINASKI:> Monumental asshole and perpetual slob. > Self destructive alcoholic.> Insincerely servile and unrepentantly sarcastic.> Void of ambition.> Unpleasant, crass, cynical, womanising jerk.> Spends his time: - propping up bars; or- losing a small fortune at the racetrack; or- brawling; or- f**king;e latter with a claim he's an expert!Never have I come across a character that is just so disgraceful; a sad, lousy, pathetic bas [...]

أعرف اسم تشارلز بوكوفسكي منذ المرحلة الجامعية لكن كثرة الكتب وبروز كتب يُحسن بعض دور النشر الترويج لها يؤخرنا عن قراءة كتب هي مؤجلة. ماتبقى من هذا الشهر والذي يليه سأعـكف على قراءة هذا المبدع الذي تصدّره بلاده والدراسات شاعرًا أكثر من كونه روائيًا – سـاردًا – في المقام الأو [...]

What do you get when you mix two cases of beer, chronic gambling, and a vulgar, "Fuck this world and fuck you if you live in it" attitude?Probably not a very nice person. But after reading "Post Office", my first by Bukowski, you start to realize that there are too many fucking pussy ass nice people in the world. I wish sometimes that I could live ten minutes of my life the way Henry Chininski wakes up every morning. Maybe then my balls might drop just an inch or two and I could get the fucking [...]

Charles Bukowski's first novel presenting roughly the last fifteen years before his 50th birthday. He will have spent 12 years living this hellish job at the post office, horse racing, alcohol and women. Women he meets rather seriously, two or three long and many relationships, but still an unconditional love for the drink. And when he describes his work, one can understand why he sinks so easily into alcohol and needs women to clear his head.This autobiography is written in a familiar register [...]

Bukowski puzzles me. This could be a true story, he could honest to god have sat down one day, with a hangover from hell, and decided to write this book, for no other reason than to tell the world "I exist. Lives like this are lived every day". Something struck me, not in the book (well, to be honest, the entire book struck me), but there was something on the back of it. One of the reviews read: "Cunning, relentlessly jokey and sad". That broke me. It isn't relentlessly funny, no, it's relentles [...]

I enjoyed this more than I expected and in some way, more than I think I should!Hank Chinaski describes a little more than a decade of his life. He is intelligent, but mostly lives the life of a loser: too much booze; menial work, mostly in the eponymous post office; bad relationships; bunking off work; betting on horses; more booze etc. 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 [...]

لا بد، قبل أي شيء، أن نثني على دار الجمل لإقدامها على هذه الخطوة غير المسبوقة لترجمة رواية لهذا الكاتب الأمريكي الذي لم يصل إلينا من نتاجه سوى بعض القصائد والمقالات!ومع أن الخطوة/الترجمة كانت متعثرة نوعًا ما، سواء من ناحية الإخراج أو من ناحية الأخطاء التي اكتظ بها النص، إلا أ [...]

يقول بوكوفسكي إن 93% من رواياته هي أحداث حقيقية تنقل سيرته الذاتية، و 7% المتبقية كانت لتحسين صورتها. مكتب البريد هي أول أعمال الكاتب التي بدأها ونشرها بعد تركه العمل في البريد بعد اثنى عشر عامًا، تفرغ لكتابتها تحت إعالة الناشر له ماديًا. بوكوفسكي يكتب بصدق وتلقائية دون تزيين ا [...]

Screw, shit, Six-pack, and Post office.

There's this whole hallowed tradition of guys writing about their dicks, right? And it's boring. 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! New horizons in dick literature! But it's still just dicks, isn't it? How guys feel about their dicks, and what guys would like to do with their dicks, and whether guys' dicks [...]

“We’re forced into absurd lives, against which the only sane response is to wage a guerrilla operation of humor and lust and madness.”—Chinaski/BukowskiI just finished, with a sour taste in my mouth, Bukowski’s Women, infamously making many of the Worst Misogynist Novels of All Time lists, and because I am a masochist (and because it just happened to pop up on my audio tape queue and had some time to drive and listen), I jumped right back in to Bukowski, into the novel that catapulted [...]

عندما تنهي مرحلة في حياتك تجدها لسبب ما مهمة أو مؤلمة أو جديرة بالتوثيق، فتتجه لتوثقها ورقيًا محاكيًا سليقتك / فأنت تتصعلك على الأدب/ هكذا يفعل تشارلز بوكوفسكي هنا من تخريجٍ لجنونه، يكتب تاريخ رجل لم تصنع منه الحياة ببغاء ليردد أدب سواه فلا يدعي لأدبه النضج يخترق سقف توقعاتن [...]

Post Office is an account of one man's struggle with regular employment. Henry Chinaski is a heavy drinker, gambler and philanderer. His actions are often crass and immoral, and his behaviour gets quite sketchy at times, but despite all this, it's hard not to identify and sympathise with him. For the reader, there is a guilty sense of vicarious liberation that comes from living in his shoes. He acts reflexively according to his desires, with little concern for the long term. His voice is irrever [...]

This is my first Charles Bukowski reading experience after watching the documentary on him called BORN INTO THIS. I found that film moving and Bukowski to be someone endearing --a misfit and self-hating artist--who set out to do for writing and poetry what the punk rockers did -- bring it back “to the people.” This then is a proletariat novel of sorts, about “the working class.” But it’s also very funny in its bluntness and admirable in its honesty. And that seems to be Bukowski’s gi [...]

The cover said: "One of the funniest novels ever written." The little Joe Pesci on my shoulder kept chiming in, "Funny how?I mean funny like I'm a clown, I amuse you? I make you laugh, I'm here to f@$%in' amuse you? What do you mean funny, funny how?" No, I must say not amusing funny, little Joe on my shoulder, definitely not amusing. I'm guessing funny as in no matter what this loser Chinaski does, he always ends up getting drunk and then working, while hungover, at his soul deadening job throw [...]

في بداية الأمر كنتُ ساخطة على بوكوفسكي وذلك بسبب رؤيته الواضحة من خلال النص تجاه المرأة وكيف إن المرأة مرتبطة بالجنس ولا شيء أكثر من ذلك غير إن مع المضي في القراءة تتضح عاطفته تجاه المرأة وتجاه زوجته الأولى تحديدا وإن كانت بشكل مائل للسخرية أعتقد أن فرادة هذا النص هو غرابته [...]

رغم اني كنت اتذمر خلال القراءة من هذا الانسان الذي يعامل المرأة على انها ثدي ومؤخرة، لكن انهيتها ليلة امس قبل النوم، ونهضت هذا الصباح وأنا افكر بشيء افتقده ولم يكن الا بوكوفسكي تبا له حسنا نعود الى العمل، هو جزء من سيرة ذاتية للكاتب، عن مغامراته مع النساء، ومشاكله في العمل و [...]

Recommended to anyone looking for a good book about fucking, drinking, gambling, shitting, puking, pissing, chasing tail and sorting mail.

“The ocean, look at it out there, battering, crawling up and down. And underneath all that, the fish, the poor fish fighting each other, eating each other. We're like those fish, only we're up here. One bad move and you're finished. It's nice to be a champion. It's nice to know your moves.”This is Charles Bukowski’s life philosophy and according to it, he depicts his life…“The streets were full of insane and dull people. Most of them lived in nice houses and didn't seem to work, and yo [...]

A brutally honest account of life as a wage slave in a petty fiefdom. I've always heard people talk about government jobs like you'd be set for life. If this account is any indication, it's more like life in prison. (And to think he gave it all up to write!) Bukowski's alter-ego, Henry Chinaski, is a drunk pig for most of the ten years this book describes, and I just loved him :D

My grandma hated the postman in my hometown because he kicked my 13 year old mutt dog when he thought no one was around. In fact, after this postman died in an awful motorcycle crash, and everyone in town was walking around going, "Holy shit, did you hear about that crash?" my gradma would just stare them down and say, "You know, he was not a nice guy -he kicked my grandson's dog for no reason."

There are already so many reviews of this title, that I may not be saying anything new. Yet, I feel there is one piece missing. Bukowski was a fascinating author and although I do find his short stories to be among the best shorts ever written, I also enjoy his longer pieces, such as the Post Office.Bukowski's writing always fills me with inspiration. His short, seemingly uncombed, sentences penetrate my brain like spears, flow off the tongue with ease, and never fail to leave something behind, [...]


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