![]() ![]() ![]() Indeed, Post Office is like life itself: a mean, dirty, boring spot. Henri Chinaski, Bukowski’s alter ego, is the literary gimmick that allows a blurred journey between fantasy and reality, truth and plausibility of what B.’s life must have been like. ![]() The first pages of Charles Bukowski’s Post Office throw the reader – in medias res – into this routine-not-so-routine, among write-ups, millionaire women, hippies, and parakeets. Drink, fuck, drag lazily from one day to the next, sleeping poorly and badly, betting at horse races, trying in every way to lose his post office job. ![]()
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