Thursday, July 30, 2009
good books for bad men...
picked up a novel at random from my fiction rack and it turned out to be post office by charles bukowski. i haven't read any fictions lately and i find it rather heavy going to plough through the kind of fictions i usually read... it's just like chess. can't play it for ten minutes without making me lose interest in it. i'm not good at it by any standard but i used to play with this guy and what i liked best is to egg him and insult his moves and watching him gets madder and madder...
nowadays i have absolutely no interest to read any new writers ...the way they write it almost make me think that thay have one thing at the back of their their mind...booker prize. english fiction these days are tedious. all words and little meat. with the same smart alecky sentences that go from point A to B in loops and bends rather than a straight line. and they all feel the same. they are inbred. just like what taki said years ago...in the Spectator high life column 20 oct 2007...
And as far as literature is concerned, fuggeraboudid. I simply can not read a modern novel even when stuck in a doctor's waiting room without TV. It's as if the work comes out of hip-hop culture, or whatever it's called nowadays.
but bukowski is certainly not one of these. and lucky for me. i'm beginning to enjoy reading fiction again...and with sentences like this who wouldn't.
The midget was married to a very beautiful girl. When she was in her teens she got a coke bottle trapped in her pussy and had to go to a doctor to get it out, and, like in all small towns, the word got around about the coke bottle, the poor girl was shunned, and the midget was the only taker.He'd ended up with the best piece of ass in town.
but if he were alive today and of commonwealth citizen ( which he wasn't) i don't think any of his books would even be among all those other boring booker books in the shortlist let alone a winner. but i guess bukowski isn't meant for 'intellectuals' and literary kind of readers... bukowski is to depraved drunken men readers in the seventies like sophie fucking kinsella to hare brained women of the present day.
i haven't read many of his books, in fact only read one other book factotum (his second) which is more of the same as post office (his first) with the same henry chinaski ,the protagonist bumbling from one job to another and i watched a good and rather sad documentary about him born into this and i don't think the readers digest brigade would be his fans. he wasn't a 'good' man and i think 'bad' men would be more attracted to his books than the normal and boring 'good' men. i can't imagine women reading his books. whores may be. but i could be wrong as I LIKE his books and i am by no means a 'bad' man...at least i think so...
nowadays i have absolutely no interest to read any new writers ...the way they write it almost make me think that thay have one thing at the back of their their mind...booker prize. english fiction these days are tedious. all words and little meat. with the same smart alecky sentences that go from point A to B in loops and bends rather than a straight line. and they all feel the same. they are inbred. just like what taki said years ago...in the Spectator high life column 20 oct 2007...
And as far as literature is concerned, fuggeraboudid. I simply can not read a modern novel even when stuck in a doctor's waiting room without TV. It's as if the work comes out of hip-hop culture, or whatever it's called nowadays.
but bukowski is certainly not one of these. and lucky for me. i'm beginning to enjoy reading fiction again...and with sentences like this who wouldn't.
The midget was married to a very beautiful girl. When she was in her teens she got a coke bottle trapped in her pussy and had to go to a doctor to get it out, and, like in all small towns, the word got around about the coke bottle, the poor girl was shunned, and the midget was the only taker.He'd ended up with the best piece of ass in town.
but if he were alive today and of commonwealth citizen ( which he wasn't) i don't think any of his books would even be among all those other boring booker books in the shortlist let alone a winner. but i guess bukowski isn't meant for 'intellectuals' and literary kind of readers... bukowski is to depraved drunken men readers in the seventies like sophie fucking kinsella to hare brained women of the present day.
i haven't read many of his books, in fact only read one other book factotum (his second) which is more of the same as post office (his first) with the same henry chinaski ,the protagonist bumbling from one job to another and i watched a good and rather sad documentary about him born into this and i don't think the readers digest brigade would be his fans. he wasn't a 'good' man and i think 'bad' men would be more attracted to his books than the normal and boring 'good' men. i can't imagine women reading his books. whores may be. but i could be wrong as I LIKE his books and i am by no means a 'bad' man...at least i think so...
