
I'm no expert on the works on
Charles Bukowski, but
Post Office is the the third Bukowski novel that I've read in the last two years. I started reading his novels (I'm not too interested in his poetry) after I had read something on the internets that suggested that
Chuck Palahniuk's fans wouldn't know a good book if it bit them on the ass so they should pick up Bukowski's
Ham on Rye. Seeing as I couldn't stand the Palahniuk
novel I was reading at the time, that sounded like a pretty good idea.
Post Office is Bukowski's first novel to feature his semi-autobiographical stand-in Henry Chinaski, though it focuses on a period of his life that comes after the events of later novels such as
Ham on Rye and
Factotum. I'll avoid ending this review with any hyperbolic praise for Bukowski, as most of his fans are wont to do, all I'll say is that there is already another Bukowski title lined up on my
Amazon wish list.
Rating: 90%
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jodi.vox.com)