A novel by
Charles Bukowski concentrating on the 12 years he spent working at the Post Office in
Los Angeles. As usual, he writes about himself as
Henry Chinaski.
This book is pretty typical among Bukowski's novels, except that he actually stays at one job for more than a week. Fortunately for the reader, he doesn't stay with one woman throughout. For the most part he stays with the same formula -- Booze, women, horse tracks, and crappy jobs. Luckily, that formula works again and again.
The most interesting part of the book is that it gives us Bukowski's bitter insight into the beurocratic mess that is the Post Office. Abundant paperwork, cruel bosses, insane co-workers and exhausting schedules. Gives some insight in to all the postal workers who go crazy. All in Bukowski's supremely visceral style. A style which is meant to be "experienced" more than 'read."