by Charles Bukowski

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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 next. Charles 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.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780061131271
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 08/15/2006
Edition description: Movie Tie-In Edition
Pages: 208
Sales rank: 1,138,349
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.52(d)

About the Author

Charles Bukowsk is one of America's best-known contemporary writers of poetry and prose, and, many would claim, its most influential and imitated poet. He was born in 1920 in Andernach, Germany, to an American soldier father and a German mother, and brought to the United States at the age of three. He was raised in Los Angeles and lived there for fifty years. He published his first story in 1944 when he was twenty-four and began writing poetry at the age of thirty-five. He died in San Pedro, California, on March 9, 1994, at the age of seventy-three, shortly after completing his last novel, Pulp.

Date of Birth:

August 16, 1920

Date of Death:

March 9, 1994

Place of Birth:

Andernach, Germany

Place of Death:

San Pedro, California


Los Angeles City College, 2 years

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Factotum tie-in

By Charles Bukowski

HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2006 Charles Bukowski
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ISBN: 006113127X

Chapter One

I arrived in New Orleans in the rain at 5 o'clock in the morning. I sat around in the bus station for a while but the people depressed me so I took my suitcase and went out in the rain and began walking. I didn't know where the rooming houses were, where the poor section was.

I had a cardboard suitcase that was falling apart. It had once been black but the black coating had peeled off and yellow cardboard was exposed. I had tried to solve that by putting black shoepolish over the exposed cardboard. As I walked along in the rain the shoepolish on the suitcase ran and unwittingly I rubbed black streaks on both legs of my pants as I switched the suitcase from hand to hand.

Well, it was a new town. Maybe I'd get lucky.

The rain stopped and the sun came out. I was in the black district. I walked along slowly.

"Hey, poor white trashl"

I put my suitcase down. A high yellow was sitting on the porch steps swinging her legs. She did, look good.

"Hello, poor white trashl"

I didn't say anything. I just stood there looking at her. "How'd you like a piece of ass, poor white trash?"

She laughed at me. She had her legs crossed high and she kicked her feet; she had nice legs, high heels, and she kicked her legs and laughed. I picked up mysuitcase and began to approach her up the walk. As I did I noticed a side curtain on a window to my left move just a bit. I saw a black man's face. He looked like Jersey Joe Wolcott. I backed down the pathway to the sidewalk. Her laughter followed me down the street.

Chapter Two

I was in a room on the second floor across from a bar. The bar was called The Gangplank Cafe. From my room I could see through the open bar doors and into the bar. There were some rough faces in that bar, some interesting faces. I stayed in my room at night and drank wine and looked at the faces in the bar while my money ran out. In the daytime I took long slow walks. I sat for hours staring at pigeons. I only ate one meal a day so my money would last longer. I found a dirty cafe with a dirty proprietor, but you got a big breakfast -hotcakes, grits, sausage-for very little.

Chapter Three

I went out on the street, as usual, one day and strolled along. I felt happy and relaxed. The sun was just right. Mellow. There was peace in the air. As I approached the center of the block there was a man standing outside the doorway of a shop. I walked past.

"Hey, BUDDY!"

I stopped and turned.

"You want a job?"

I walked back to where he stood. Over his shoulder I could see a large dark room. There was a long table with men and women standing on both sides of it. They had hammers with which they pounded objects in front of them. In the gloom the objects appeared to be clams. They smelled like clams. I turned and continued walking down the street.

I remembered how my father used to come home each night and talk about his job to my mother. The job talk began when he entered the door, continued over the dinner table, and ended in the bedroom where my father would scream "Lights Out! "at 8 p.m., so he could get his rest and his full strength for the job the next day. There was no other subject except the job.

Down by the corner I was stopped by another man. "Listen, my friend . he began.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Listen, I'm a veteran of World War I. I put my life on the line for this country but nobody will hire me, nobody will give me a job. They don't appreciate what I did. I'm hungry, give me some help .

"I'm not working."

"You're not working?"

"That's right."

I walked away. I crossed the street to the other side.

"You're lyingl" he screamed. "You're working. You've got a jobl"

A few days later I was looking for one.

He was a man behind the desk with a hearing aid and the wire ran down along the side of his face and into his shirt where he hid the battery. The office was dark and comfortable. He was dressed in a worn brown suit with a wrinkled white shirt and a necktie frayed at the edges. His name was Heathercliff.

I had seen the ad in the local paper and the place was near my room.

Need ambitious young man with an eye to the future. Exper. not necessary. Begin in delivery room and work up.

I waited outside with five or six young men, all of them

trying to look ambitious. We had filled out our employment applications and now we waited. I was the last to be called.

"Mr. Chinaski, what made you leave the railroad yards?"

"Well, I don't see any future in the railroads."

"They have good unions, medical care, retirement."

"At my age, retirement might almost be considered superfluous."

"Why did you come to New Orleans?"

"I had too many friends in Los Angeles, friends I felt were hindering my career. I wanted to go where I could concentrate unmolested."

"How do we know that you'll remain with us any length of time?"

"I might not."


"Your ad stated that there was a future for an ambitious man. If there isn't any future here then I must leave."

"Why haven't you shaved your face? Did you lose a bet?"

"Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"No; I bet my landlord that I could land a job in one day even with this beard."

"All right, we'll let you know."

"I don't have a phone."

"That's all right, Mr. Chinaski."


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Factotum 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
No, I haven't seen the movie, and I don't want to. I loved this book so much that I'm afraid they might have ruined it. While POST OFFICE is my favorite Bukowski novel, FACTOTUM runs a close second, along with McCrae's books and the works of Martin Amis. Buy this book and enjoy.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Bukoski's alter ego, Henry Chinaski, is truly the loser's champion. Chinaski is a student of the world and traveling hobo combined. Never satisfied with the hand that the world deals him, Chinaski is a restless soul carrying himself through the 1940s. Moving from town to town, job to job, and woman to woman, he finally makes his way back to his home of Los Angeles. His true aspiration to become a writer, he practically works every other job in the blue collar world. I recommend this book to anyone who hasn't had a taste of Buksowski.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book and laughed frequently. This book was similar in style and events to Post Office(also by Bukowski), so if you liked Post Office, then you'll probably like this.
Pat Padgett More than 1 year ago
Loved it
Guest More than 1 year ago
For Bukoski fans. Maybe not for those who've never heard of him.
MarkKeeffe on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I didn't like it much. Full of overdrinking and seamy sex. It is supposed to be funny but I only laughed at one situation and a few others were mildly humourous. The whole way through it was the same to the last sentance: Going from one job to another, one drinking bout to another, one loveless sex act to another. It was unrelenting bum living.
MColv9890 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Some may disagree but they are probably wrong or just trying to be different, this is Bukowski's best novel. It picks up at the end of Ham on Rye when his lifestyle is just taking full swing and discusses his alcoholism, subjugation of women, violence, alcoholism, and negligence of duty in WWII a very admittance regardless of time, place and persona.
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Loved it
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