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Factotum [PDF] ✩ Factotum ✭ Charles Bukowski – Buyprobolan50.co.uk One of Charles Bukowski's best this beer soaked deliciously degenerate novel follows the wanderings of aspiring writer Henry Chinaski across World War II era America Deferred from military service Chi One of Charles Bukowski's best this beer soaked deliciously degenerate novel follows the wanderings of aspiring writer Henry Chinaski across World War II era America Deferred from military service Chinaski travels from city to city moving listlessly from one odd job to another always needing money but never badly enough to keep a job His day to day existence spirals into an endless litany of pathetic whores sordid rooms dreary embraces and drunken brawls as he makes his bitter brilliant way from one drink to the nextCharles Bukowski's posthumous legend continues to grow Factotum is a masterfully vivid evocation of slow paced low life urbanity and alcoholism and an excellent introduction to the fictional world of Charles Bukowski.


10 thoughts on “Factotum

  1. Madeleine Madeleine says:

    There were times while reading this short novel that I had to stop and wonder if my aspiration to one day be the female Bukowski is either setting my sights too high or placing the bar too low And then I up and went to a bar since I was reading this on the anniversary of the Dirtiest Old Man in Literature's passing and all so I stopped worrying about pretty much everything YOU'RE STILL MY BOY BUK


  2. P.F. Chang P.F. Chang says:

    people like talking shit about charles bukowski on goodreads it seems funnyi liked this book a lot henry chinaski is an asshole but he knows he's an asshole and simply accepts being an asshole everything seems detached and transient nothing really matters to him life is just this thing that is happening which he feels powerless to so he doesn't invest much emotion in the things he feels like he needs to do to stay alive and drinks to avoid feelings of alienation i laughed out loud several times alone this is the first bukowski novel i've read i understand how people could claim that he's misogynistic but it seems to me like he is someone who is extremely detached from people in general but also enjoys the experience of sex when he talks about women in an overly sexualized way they are usually women he doesn't know in my experience i usually objectifyhave enhanced biases towards strangers of any kind or like when i see a man i don't know who i'm intensely attracted to i usually focus strongly on his physical characteristics because it's impossible to do anything else without knowing someone bukowski seems to objectify women in a way that is not offensive it just strikes me as what people who don't interact with a lot of people do because people are always at a distance he objectifies everything kind ofi empathized with him a lot if he were alive and someone it made sense for me to know i would probably have intense feelings for him and we would have sex but he wouldn't be able to fall in love with me because he was too self involveddepressed or he'd see that i care too much or something still reading this made me feel less alonei recommend this book to people who are depressed introverted maybe have had problems with alcohol disenchanted with peoplesociety in general don't like lengthy descriptionsclicheslanguage masturbation and are able to view life with a detached sarcastic eye


  3. Mutasim Billah Mutasim Billah says:

    fac·to·tumfakˈtōdəm noun An employee who does all kinds of work Welcome Henry Chinaski Bukowski's ever sarcastic cynical alcoholic and perpetually unemployed alter ego It's the 1940s Chinaski had been rejected by the World War II drafts on account of his mental health and he's searching for a job A job that would serve him nicely and won't come in between him and his true love writing “How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 830 am by an alarm clock leap out of bed dress force feed shit piss brush teeth and hair and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?” Chinaski works one menial job after another and gets thrown out of most except the ones he leaves on his own hence factotum He constantly writes short stories to Clay Glad whose New York magazine Frontfire he admired As it happens all of them come back with a rejection slip “Nothing is worse than to finish a good shit then reach over and find the toilet paper container empty Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass” As with most Chinaski stories we end up finding love over drinks at a bar Baby” I said “I’m a genius but nobody knows it but me” She looked down at me “Get up off the floor you damn fool and get me a drink or over a hamburger and beer She was strange; she was always hot in the morning with her hangovers I was not so hot in the mornings with mine I was a night man But at night she was always screaming and throwing things at me telephones telephone books bottles glasses full and empty radios purses guitars ashtrays dictionaries broken watch bands alarm clocksShe was an unusual womanonly to lose it all “I hate it when he fucks me” Jan had said She was now probably saying the same thing about me to him In the end we just get a full on Bukowski moment at a strip joint as we prepare to go out in a blaze of unemployed poverty stricken alcoholic frenzy but And I couldn’t get it up Loved this book from start to finish


  4. Vit Babenco Vit Babenco says:

    Factotum – an employee who does all kinds of workHenry Chinaski – an alter ego of Charles Bukowski – was a special kind of factotum – he was an employee who didn’t want to do any kind of work“I’m a writer temporarily down on my inspirations”“Oh a writer eh?”“Yes”“Are you sure?”“No I’m not”“What do you write?”“Short stories mostly And I’m halfway through a novel”“A novel eh?”“Yes”“What’s the name of it?”“‘The Leaky Faucet of My Doom’”“Oh I like that What’s it about?”“Everything”“Everything? You mean for instance it’s about cancer?”“Yes”“How about my wife?”“She’s in there too”“You don’t say Why do you want to work in a ladies’ dress shop?”“I’ve always liked ladies in ladies’ dresses”Dull jobs in the dull world he didn’t care about anything He wanted to be a writer And he kept writing all the time and anywhereI drank for some time three or four days I couldn’t get myself to read the want ads The thought of sitting in front of a man behind a desk and telling him that I wanted a job that I was ualified for a job was too much for me Frankly I was horrified by life at what a man had to do simply in order to eat sleep and keep himself clothed So I stayed in bed and drank When you drank the world was still out there but for the moment it didn’t have you by the throatHe honestly told the world what kind of the man he was and what kind of the world he lived in and in spite of anything he became a writer one of the most uncompromising writers


  5. David Schaafsma David Schaafsma says:

    I love this poem about the drunken Charles Bukowski written by Raymond Carver depicting fictional? Buk speaking to a bunch of creative writing students in “You Don’t Know What Love Is” “factotum” describes someone who does a range of low level meaning low paid work This short novel I listened to which makes it a bit like a guy telling you his life story while drinking you under the table oh he always could and even now years gone could probably still do it I was driving while listening to it and not drinking as I was driving for your information thanks The story is really a preuel to Ham and Rye which was about the early years of Henry Chinaski Bukowksi’s mostly I am told autobiographical main character If Ham on Rye is about Chinaski's lost youth Buk's second one features Chinaski's lost twenties about booze terrible jobs women and drunken brawls Because of the title there might be a greater focus here on all the soul killing mind numbing jobs he worked to pay for flophouse rent and booze almost all of them from which he was fired sometimes after only a day In one job he got paid by a bar owner 5 bucks and all the shots of whiskey he could drink to clean a total of six window blinds which as it turns out took him all day and in the end reuired—because he was of course drunk—the help of all his fellow bar patrons for whom he used the five bucks to buy a round this was the fifties when five bucks could actually almost buy a bar full of patrons a round; well almost In the end he had to put 850 on the tab he owed the bartenderBukowski also worked at Sears FIVE different times during this period fired each time for stealing and various other infractions Usually for not showing up for work while he was on a three day bender with some girl or healing from some fight Hey I worked at Sears in the stockroom for a year or so Boring job in which I hid out and read books during long evening shifts Did I ever sneak in a bottle of wine for me and my fellow misery suffering warehouse rats? I seem to recall I may have done this once or twice but you ain't a priest and this ain't no confessional boothFactotum doesn’t uite have the innocence of Ham and Rye when he actually just lusted after various girls and women when he was just a kid In this book he actually has a lot of sex some of it funny all of it described in gloriously vulgar detail though finally as with the jobs it’s really mostly misery all the time He’s going nowhere fast And it feels like the well told raucous romp of a million alcoholics And a guy who is during this time often an unapologetic asshole I think you could ask any of the women he was “with” during this period for their view of him and it would not be positive though when they were drinking with him at least I am sure they had funBut can I turn away and stop listening? Nope Bukowski will be hilarious for some and too offensive for many but he sure can tell a story The poverty and sualor of Factotum is not uite as fun as it was in Ham and Rye but at his best Bukowski is worth the offense imho “It was true that I didn’t have much ambition but there ought to be a place for people without ambition I mean a better place than the one usually reserved How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 630 am by an alarm clock leap out of bed dress force feed shit piss brush teeth and hair and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?”Who in working class America cannot raise a glass to that? In the end Bukowski reveals himself in all his assholism to be in the company of other great and painful stories of the ravages of booze such as Malcolm Lowry’s Under the Volcano or any Kerouac or Raymond Carver’s What We Talk About When We Talk About Love Bukowski almost convinces you that the pursuit of drunkenness as a way of coping with reality is a kind of spiritual pursuit“If you're going to try go all the way Otherwise don't even start This could mean losing girlfriends wives relatives and maybe even your mind It could mean not eating for three or four days It could mean freezing on a park bench It could mean jail It could mean derision It could mean mockery—isolation Isolation is the gift All the others are a test of your endurance of how much you really want to do it And you'll do it despite rejection and the worst odds And it will be better than anything else you can imagine If you're going to try go all the way There is no other feeling like that You will be alone with the gods and the nights will flame with fire You will ride life straight to perfect laughter It's the only good fight there is”Factotum is not for everyone I warn you or welcome you depending on your love of the tales of the down and out


  6. Ahmad Sharabiani Ahmad Sharabiani says:

    Factotum Charles BukowskiFactotum 1975 is the second novel by German born American author Charles Bukowski Set in the 1940's the plot follows Henry Chinaski Bukowski's perpetually unemployed alcoholic alter ego who has been rejected from the World War II draft and makes his way from one menial job to the next hence a factotum Chinaski drifts through the seedy city streets of lower class Los Angeles in search of a job that will not come between him and his first love writing He is consistently rejected by the only publishing house he respects but is driven to continue by the knowledge that he could do better than the authors they publish Chinaski begins sleeping with fellow barfly Jan a kindred spirit he meets while drowning his sorrows at a bar When a brief stint as a bookie finds him abandoned by the only woman with whom he is able to relate a fling with gold digging floozy Laura finds him once again falling into a morose state of perpetual drunkenness and unemploymentتاریخ نخستین خوانش روز هفتم ماه دسامبر سال دوهزاروهجده میلادیعنوان هزار پیشه؛ نویسنده چارلز بوکوفسکی؛ مترجم نیلوفر داد؛ ویراستار بابک حقایق؛ تهران، قاصدک صبا، ‫یکهزاروسیصدونودوشش هجری؛ در یکصد هفتاد و هشت صفحه؛ شابک 9786005675306؛ موضوع داستانهای نویسندگان آلمانی تبار آمریکایی سده 20 معنوان هزار پیشه؛ نویسنده چارلز بوکوفسکی؛ مترجم علی‌ امیرریاحی؛ ویراستار سعید خواجه‌ افضلی؛ تهران، نگاه‏‫‬، 1396؛ در 199 ص؛ شابک 9786003762398؛قهرمانِ داستانِ هزارپیشه، جوانی است به نام «هنری چیناسکی» است، که دوستانش او را «هَنک خودمانی «هنری» صدا می‌زنند، همانندِ خودِ «بوکوفسکی» که همه‌ او را به این نام می‌شناختنددر واقع او هم همانندِ نویسنده، یک آمریکاییِ «لهستانی‌» تبار است؛ «هنک» از خدمت نظام وظیفه معاف شده، و حتی اگر هم معاف نمی‌شد، بعید بود در جنگ شرکت کند داستان در سال‌هایِ آخرِ جنگِ دومِ جهانی، و نیز دوره ی پس از جنگ می‌گذرد، یعنی زمانیکه همه ی همسن و سال‌هایِ او،در جبهه‌ های اروپا، آفریقا، و خاورِ دور، هستند؛ اما «چیناسکی» علاقه‌ ای به آن کارها ندارد؛ او اشتغال به هر کارِ پَستِ دیگری را، به جان و دل می‌پذیرد، و اوقاتِ فراغتش را، صرفِ نوشخواری، و زنبارگی، و ولگردی، می‌کندبه روزنامه ی «لُس‌آنجلس تایمز» می‌رود، تا برای شغلِ روزنامه‌ نگاری درخواستِ کار کند، اما وقتی از اداره ی کارگزینیِ روزنامه، به او خبر می‌دهند، که تنها برای شغلِ نظافت‌چی می‌توانند، استخدامش کنند، این شغل را رد نمی‌کنددوست دارد، حتی موقعِ عشقبازی به موسیقیِ کلاسیک گوش بدهداین دوره ی بحرانیِ سال‌هایِ جنگ، و دوره ی بلافاصله پس از آن، باعثِ آن شده است،که او کمترین توجهی به راه و رسمِ رایجِ «زندگیِ آمریکایی» نشان ندهدتنها چیزی که موردِ علاقه ی «چیناسکی‌» است، و او به طور جدی به آن می‌پردازد،نوشتنِ داستان‌هایِ کوتاهی است که با دست پاکنویس می‌کند، چون ماشین تحریر ندارد، و برای مجله‌ هایِ مهمِ ادبی می‌فرستداو می‌خواهد نویسنده بشود، و به عنوانِ نویسنده شناخته شوددر زندگیِ کولی‌ واری که در پیش گرفته است و ظاهراً هیچ آخر و عاقبتِ خوشی برایِ آن نمی‌توان تصور کرد هیچ چیزِ دیگری برایِ او مهم نیستاو منتظر استمنتظرِ اینکه جامعه ی ادبی او را کشف کند این تنها چیزی است که خواب و خوراک از او بریده استو این در حقیقت، شمه‌ ای از زندگینامۀ خودِ «بوکوفسکی» استدر واقع اُلگوی قهرمانِ این داستان،و دیگر رمان‌هایِ «بوکوفسکی»، خودِ اوستقلم بوکوفسکی همیشه جذاب استایشان ساده و کوتاه می‌نویسنددیالوگ‌های طولانی در آثارش وجود ندارد کلمات پیچیده استفاده نمی‌کندبه دنبال این نیست که خوانشگر را تحت تاثیر قرار دهدترسی از به کار بردن واژه‌ های محاوره ای و کوچه بازاری نداردزشت است ولی این زشتی را به زیبایی نشان می‌دهدموضوعات مهمی که دیگران به آن باور دارند، و برای آن حاضرند جان خود را فدا کنند، به سخره، و زندگی را آسان‌تر از هر فرد دیگری، می‌گیرداز بیهودگی فرار نمی‌کند، و زندگی را به طرزی جذاب مسخره نشان می‌دهد و؛ در عین حال «بوکوفسکی» در آثارش خوانشگر را به چالش می‌کشد، که فکری به حال خودش بکندچون اگر این کار را نکند، غرقِ دنیای بیهودگی می‌شود؛ ا شربیانی


  7. Joshua Nomen-Mutatio Joshua Nomen-Mutatio says:

    I have a sort of pre emptive dislike verging on loathing of Bukowski which I think is rooted in my post adolescent rejection of and disillusionment with the Beat writers whom I absolutely adored in high school I’ve never read Bukowski before but I’ve seen Barfly and Factotum on the screen I’ve seen two documentaries about him which likewise left me disgusted and depressed than anything This is where I’m coming from There’s also this song that aided in informing me about the manOne of my poet friends in high school once told me that he only would read Bukowski while taking a shit This has stuck with me over the years Once a girl I became involved with praised Bukowski while simultaneously giving me a caveat about what a terrible sexist he was This is where I’m coming fromI started reading this one on the shitter after a long day’s work Then I moved to the couch where I drank alcohol and chain smoked cigarettes while zooming through the book I sneered at the blunt simplicity of the sentences at first feeling the intense distance between this kind of writing and the George Saunder’s stories I’d been reading recently as well as the generally stylistically interesting and intellectually potent books I tend to gravitate towards But I still felt entertained by this stuff nonetheless As Tesco brand scotch intersected with my veins I began to see slightly nuance to this rather thematically repetitive first person clearly auto bio stuff that Bukowski had written about a drunk as shit nihiliststruggling writer who clearly is himself Very little imagination seemed to be at work here Just the spilt guts of a self aggrandizing louse But yet I continued to be entertained so I pressed on feeling each sentence flow by without much effort on my part Following the narrative of being employed many many times failing and getting fired just as many drinking drinking drinking to a sickening degree and barnacle ing to the hulls of a series of horrendously depicted females That’s about all there is to this novel Working Drinking Fucking Rinse repeat“Even the most horrible human being on earth deserves to wipe his ass”But amidst the misspelled words “he lighted his cigarette” and dumb assed factual errors the USA fighting China in WWII I gradually found some remarkably “human” moments speckled within the details There’s a potent dissatisfaction with the exploitative nature of American Capitalism to be found within the job after fucking job experiences the narrator tumbles through There’s something weirdly edifying in witnessing the details of a severe drunk’s day to day physical ailments and triumphs and tribulations even when nauseating like most of them are Even the contemptible attitudes displayed toward women have an oddly true ring to them This is NOT to say that I agree with treating women like shit the way Bukowski clearly does but that his shittiness is a stark reminder of certain horrible realities that do certainly exist in the minds of many men And this I found interesting in an historico anthropological sort of way while simultaneously depressing and upsettingAnd then I thought of Raymond Carver He also was once a real life drunk of epic proportions who wrote in tight blunt staccato matter of fact sentence lumps consistently describing soul crushing work weeks oceans of booze and cluttered ashtrays Why do I like his writing so much and yet feel this strong largely pre emptive aversion to Bukowski? That’s the uestion Carver's prose style is really no innovative or poetic than Chuck’s but yet when I read two of Carver’s collections I encountered them with such a different attitude and happy reception Carver for one doesn’t denigrate women the way Bukowski does That’s one thing And while he speaks of little else beyond sad failed alcoholic people he manages to make it seem far less about him the almighty misanthropic author and about said sad failed alcoholic people There’s an extremely off putting narcissism to Bukowski so far as I can tell from reading a single book of his which Carver elegantly transcends despite similar style and content But then I wonder is there buried deep within the the wine soaked walls of Bukowski than lets on immediately? Or do I perhaps harbor some of the same misanthropy that he nakedly exposes one word to the next? Am I really any better? Well my answer to the first uery is still NO and my response to the second still YES but contemplating these things during my read was enriching in some way so I reluctantly give some credit there to ol' CBBut what was Bukowski really? A terminally depressed ego maniacself hater with a bottle permanently pressed to his lips Some part of me can resonate with this as much as I high falutin ly know that this is the case There’s a dark knot of nihilism stuck inside my heart I know this Perhaps reading these rather bleak and repetitive exploits of Bukowski’s tingles some part of that in me that seeks connection and recognition I do not know for sure


  8. Jon Nakapalau Jon Nakapalau says:

    When the undercurrent of life starts to pull you away even struggling against it can take you further awaythis book is the perfect example of this


  9. Brian Brian says:

    What kind of job you looking for? Stockboy shipping clerk janitor The denizens of Bukowski's fictional world encompass the marginalized chaff of mid 20thcentury America Barely a step ahead of abject vagrancy Bukowski's protagonist and alter ego Henry Chinaski is the everyman of our species comfortable asking the bare minimum of this world When you drank the world was still out there but for the moment it didn't have you by the throatChinaski's story isn't pretty but Bukowski isn't concerned about offending a reader's middle class American sensibilities If the reader comes to this text with our typical baggage work issues money problems familial strife Chinaski's search for his next drink and fuck can be jarring It's a credit to Bukowski's genius that he can make a character and not a caricature How in the hell could a man enjoy being awakened at 830 am by an alarm clock leap out of bed dress force feed shit piss brush teeth and hair and fight traffic to get to a place where essentially you made lots of money for somebody else and were asked to be grateful for the opportunity to do so?


  10. Supreeth Supreeth says:

    Chinaski has this new job he's a bartender now He's not all into it anyway He can't remember the name of the woman he had sex with last night or was it last hour? He's not sure The bar is pretty noisy this singer's all work work work work She's sort of dusky and short wearing black lipsticks She's wiggling and wobbling but he's not into her work work work work'These people are assholes' he murmurs He said me huffi work work work work work'These people are assholes they're all cowards' he murmurs again work work work workThis singer's all twerking and stuff Chinaski loses it He says fuck it and walks upto the crowd 'get out of my way' he grunts trudging through them He climbs the stage people cup their chins they go all ooh and ah work work work work he pushes the girl aside grabs her mic You're fired the manager screams from the crowd Chinaski just lost his 178th job Fuck work he says dropping the mic


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