The first was “Post Office,” his first successful publication. The common advice to young authors is “write what you know.” Bukowski worked for the Post Office as both a mailman delivering mail and later as a clerk sorting mail in the office. His character Chinowski reprises that role in this seemingly autobiographical novel. The writing is entertaining but there is no plot per se, no denouement, no epiphany. The same is somewhat true for his novel “Pulp.” However, the latter shows some interesting flights of fancy.
In “Pulp" Bukowski is a private detective (named Nick) in Los Angeles. One of his clients is a beautiful woman called “Lady Death.” She is the feminine version of the Grim Reaper. She wants Nick to track down a man named Celine, who in previous decades was a buddy of Ernest Hemingway and his literary entourage in Paris. Everyone of the members of the group have long since died except for Celine, who has fled and hid and escaped death.
Another client claims he is being harassed by an alien from outer space, and it turns out to be true.
My biggest gripe about “Pulp” is its ending. It appears to be a rushed and arbitrary ending just to finish the book and get on to other things.
The third book I bought is a collection of Bukowski’s short stories. Some are pretty good, like “The Most Beautiful Woman In Town.” Others are crude and pointless, like “The Gut-Wringing Machine.”
If you like a gritty protagonist, a hard drinking, rough looking, cigar smoking and anti-social hero who gets into lots of fights but occasionally gets laid, you’ll like these figments of Bukowski’s imagination. I do so I’ll keep reading.
Charles Bukowski
1920 - 1994