Post office by Charles Bukoswki

Bukoswki is a well know author, so when I found his book in my local library - I felt like giving it a try. I also asked my FB reading group - senior raccoons something to share their views on my current read. And I must say there comments and opinions were more interesting than the book - which for me was a sad tale of a guy stuck in a dead end job, when all he wanted to do was write a book. Which thank god he eventually did, although not so good.

So instead of reviewing the book which has a plain story, let me share the comments with you. 

“Immensely crass, but when I read it as a college student enjoyed it a lot. Now, I don't think I would, haha.”

“Enjoyed it... I liked the way of writing.. story goes on with same pace througout... No dramatic twist and turns... “

“Made me want to quit my job and become a raging alcoholic. 🤣 Thankfully that passed. Love Bukowski!”

“Pure Honest Writing of the kind one wouldn't find in today's politically correct world. Be shocked or inspired, your call :)”

“Ham on rye is the first part of this correct? Amazing book”

There comments kept me going and also the fact that it was a short read. I can honestly tell you I wouldn’t have survived it for more than 3 days which is exactly what it took me to finish. 

The sad part is that I always glamorized the post man’s job - the wonderful stationery, nostalgic world of letter writing, love letters to your darlings around the world, the wait for the sight of postman and of course the messages and hidden knock knacks in the letters. Instead the author and the protagonist completely de- romanticized the post office for me which was a drudgery of a job wading thru though terrain and stacking, sorting letters under pressure in ungodly hours of the night. Of course he turned into a dysfunctional adult, only distracting himself in alcohol, sex and gambling. 

Not all stories make you feel good, some show the ugly side too. Here are few quotes -

Food is good for the nerves and the spirit. Courage counts from the belly- all else is desperation. 

Women are meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.