Quite how true any of the content is we don’t know. An existence of nothing more than bumbling about, idiotic drunken arguing, humiliating jobs, and casual debauchery. Really low-life, scraping the barrel stuff. In Factotum (which isn’t about facts about totem poles, you hear?) he lays bare his barely functioning existence and goes fully down and out. In Post Office, which we covered the other week, Bukowski displayed his life working for the American Post Office. So, before we commence, do note this book is not for everyone. Which, for his high standards there, really took some doing. That is the title of Charles Bukowski’s most socially unacceptable book. Well, cretins, murmuring won’t get you far on Professional Moron! No ho, sir! “What the hell type of title is that for a book?”, you murmur idiotically. Charles Bukowski’s gosh darned hilarious Factotum.Ĭharles Bukowski’s Factotum.
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