Going Postal (in a good way)

by MK
Reading Charles Bukowski's work can have a few common effects on people. Many will feel that he is misogynistic, crude and harsh. Fair enough. Other's will feel that he "tells it like it is." Undeniable. Both of these feelings are equally valid. However, there is poetry in this tortured man's words. And this putrid elegance is most evident in one of his earliest works, Post Office.

Many of Bukowski's novels are either partially autobiographical or completely detached from his own life. This particular piece is the former, and it shows in each chapter's personal tone. Yet, the phrasing and rhythm of the text is so incredibly solid--it can make anyone feel as though they're walking in the protagonist's USPS-issued boots.

At first glance, the story might sound dry or boring. A man trudges through a seemingly meaningless existence as a United States Post Office employee. However, just as Thoreau was able to make the flora and fauna of his woodland cottage in Walden profound, so does Bukowski make the underbelly of Los Angeles' blue-collar existence a microcosm for the dark side of all human existence. There is little way to make the power of this short novel sound anything less than a cliche, but powerful it is--without any apologies.

Certainly, there are offensive actions, comments and even observations riddled throughout Bukowski's crude story, but it has an honesty that lacks any glorification. The perspective is that of the saddest of sad and lonely men, and you can guess where that viewpoint may often lead. In the end, however, the novel delivers a sobering dose of reality--bordering on non-fiction--and remains a wonderful short read for anyone that's sick of polished and primped print. This one is raw, and it tastes pretty damn good. So, if you missed this one the first time around (in 1971), then pick it up and be prepared for one of the most visceral reads you've had in a while.