Yesterday I finished reading the novel Post Office by Charles Bukowski. The novel was first published in 1971. Better than any other novel I’ve ever read, it captures the soul-killing monotony of the world of low-income employment. No wonder Henry Chinaski, the novel’s anti-hero, numbs himself with alcohol and mindless sex.
Bukowski’s stripped down language perfectly mirrors the stripped down lifestyle that Chinaski (and Bukowski) lived.
But for me the most important lesson that a writer can take from Post Office is that no matter what kind of personal life a writer lives, he or she can make art out of it.
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