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اثر چارلز بوکوفسکی از انتشارات قاصدک صبا - مترجم: فرح آمیلی-ادبیات داستانی

اداره‌ی پست نخستین رمان چارلز بوکوفسکی است، که در سال ۱۹۷۰ در سن ۴۹ سالگی کم‌تر از یک ماه به رشته‌ی تحریر درآورد و یک سال بعد به چاپ رسید. بوکوفسکی در سال ۱۹۵۰ در اداره‌ی پست لس‌آنجلس به عنوان نامه‌رسان مشغول به کار شد، اما سه سال بعد کارش را رها کرد و تا ۱۹۶۵ در مشاغل مختلف دست به تجربه‌اندوزی زد، او در همین سال به اداره‌ی پست بازگشت و چهار سال دیگر در آن‌جا ماند. اداره‌ی پست بر اساس خاطرات و تجربیات شخصی نویسنده به عنوان نامه‌رسان نگاشته شده و تصویری گویا از جامعه‌ی آمریکا در دهه‌ی پنجاه و شصت میلادی ارائه می‌دهد؛


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I worked for the Postal Service for 34 years. I wasnt Charles Bukowski - had neither his talent nor his self destructive ways - but I can say that theres a lot of truth in this novel, along with humor and typical Bukowski attitude. One of his best.

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Many of the alt-trendy/hipster books Ive read remind me of this quote from Katharine Dunn:

@There are those whose own vulgar normality is so apparent and stultifying that they strive to escape it. They affect flamboyant behavior and claim originality according to the fashionable eccentricities of their time. They claim brains or talent or indifference to mores in desperate attempts to deny their own mediocrity. These are frequently artists and performers, adventurers and wide-life devotees.

@Then there are those who feel their own strangeness and are terrified by it. They struggle toward normalcy. They suffer to exactly that degree that they are unable to appear normal to others, or to convince themselves that their aberration does not exist. These are true freaks, who appear, almost always, conventional and [email protected]


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I have heard of this writer many times but this is my first dance with him.

What a difference fifty years make.

I could most certainly be wrong but it seems the book was published sometime in the 1970s.

And I wondered as I was reading it if it could or would be published today? And if so, who would be the representative retail demographic?

It also serves as a reminder, albeit tiny yet ferocious, how our liberties, here in the United States, are deteriorating, have deteriorated, imperceptibly.

I think Bukowski retains attention because he is viewed as a relic, someone in the distant past, and he created his oeuvre with fewer restrictions than writers have today. Like an old and distant Uncle who tells salacious tales that we laughed at yesterday but who we ignore now.

Reading and enjoying Post Office is bittersweet. It is funny and reads true but I would guess a significant population sample would find him not endearing.

I even feel constrained and compromised in writing this review because of todays Zeitgeist.

On reflection, a little sad.

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** spoiler alert ** After tearing through @The Last Night of the Earth Poems,@ I wanted to see if Bukowski the Novelist could hold a candle to Bukowski the Poet.

And if @Post [email protected] is indicative of what Bukowskis idea of prose was, then that answer is a very satisfying, very resounding affirmative.

Bukowskis the disgruntled writers writer. His understated humor, natural vulgarity and determined self-abuse dont require a fumbling attempt at understanding on the readers part, which makes relating to the Hank Chinaski depicted in @Post [email protected] an effortless exercise in empathy.

Yeah hes a womanizer (or hes looking for happiness in the wrong places). Yeah hes a drunk (or hes just trying to numb the pain that comes with an 11-year sentence in the postal field). Yeah hes an inveterate gambler (or he finds some relief and solace in knowing how to play the game). But theres something so jarringly admirable in the way he rolls with the punches, knows how to suss out the bullshit, and doesnt let anything or anyone break his bitter, determined spirit.

The focus of the novel shines on Bukowskis/Chinaskis hellacious experience with life as the post offices whipping boy; the climax -- his decision to resign with the intention of pursuing a career with 50 nipping at his heels -- is relegated to a simple few pages; the last few pages of the book document his extended period of black-out drunkeness and barely-remembered post-post office partying. Its the exact release the poor man needs to wash off the filth that comes with more than a decade of glorified servitude. As the novel ends and he finally crashes back to awareness, he knows exactly what he has to do: Write a book.

The passivity of his departure from the U.S. Postal Service is a thunderclap of contrast from the mail delivery man who swears like its his second language, gets attacked by irate women on his delivery route, dismisses his bosss repeated attempts at turning him into another drone by managerial dominance, and misses his dog more than he misses the ex-lover who claimed the animal. Bukowskis not a heartless man -- his genuine sympathy for a coworker he watches spiral toward a sobbing breakdown is touching, and watching the man become a father suggests that he is quite capable of humanity and warmth -- but he knows that he should be doing something better than whittling away his years as the postal offices very own pack mule. Only the patience of a saint would stave off the inevitable frustration and anger, and Bukowski makes it quite clear that he knows his place is among the sinners.

His ability to make the most mundane moments soar and sing like crucial turning points is fascinating and a brilliant reinterpretation of Romanticism for the 70s. I never thought Id want to read about how postal workers are trained and the sheer mindlessness of their duties as they climb a shaky ladder toward supposed success, but Bukowski finds a way to describe everything with an irritated detachment and dry humor thats downright irresistible.

Its raw. Its honest. Its shameless. And it shows that if you want something bad enough, you will willingly subject yourself to various degrees of hell to get there. Even at 50.

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I bought this book at the secondhand bookshop for two bucks. Its the first Bukowski Ive read. Its a great read, the story of Henry Chinaskis dismal job, nights spent getting pissed and one night stands, blowing work off to go to the track. I couldnt read it fast enough, it was almost as if someone had just sat down and started ranting about their life and kept going for about two days. The description of his tedious job at the Post Office, his coworkers, the @[email protected] and their constant citations made me cry with laughter. Funny and very very sad. Anyone who has worked a shit job with a lame brain stickler for the rules supervisor will recognise this place. I loved the last paragraph ...

In the morning it was morning and I was still alive. Maybe Ill write a novel, I thought. And then I did.



Thanks Charles, [email protected] so glad you did.



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