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Fiction. Literature. HTML: "Wordsworth, Whitman, William Carlos Williams, and the Beats in their respective generations moved poetry toward a more natural language. Bukowski moved it a little farther." �??Los Angeles Times Book Review In what is widely hailed as the best of his many novels, Charles Bukowski details the long, lonely years of his own hardscrabble youth in the raw voice of alter ego Henry Chinaski. From a harrowingly cheerless childhood in Germany through acne-riddled high school years and his adolescent discoveries of alcohol, woman, and the Los Angeles Public Library's collection of D.H. Lawrence, Ham on Rye offers a crude, brutal, and savagely funny portrait of an outcast's coming-of-age during the desperate days of the Great Depression.… (more)
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Bukowski hates pretense. It's what makes him fascinating, and laudable. He hates it with such passion it brings to mind Celine, another misanthrope who knew how to write, and perhaps the greatest hater to be taken seriously by a literate audience. (I think he's the best.) And, like Celine, there are signs that because of it, Bukowski can be a nasty MF. His takedown of Henry Miller in another book, for instance--a transparent aka living in Pacific Palisades, an old man at the time, trying to cadge money from his young visitor.
But back to Ham on Rye: Somewhere along the way I realized I was taking it all in as if reading a noir mystery--a Jim Thompson--which is a genre I like, but whose limitations I understand. And I realized too, a moment later, that I'd lowered my expectations, to better accept Bukowsky for what he is: a very good but not a mind-blowing writer. Hence the four stars.
I've also heard/read in passing comments that Ham on Rye is (semi-)autobiographical. I don't know much about Bukowski's life (although I do plan on renting the documentary soon) but I suspect that may be true. If so, it was a pretty rough road into adulthood (read: understatement).
Henry "Hank" Chinaski struggled with his parents, SEVERE acne, girls, school, work, fighting, and most of all booze. He was a tough kid raised in a tough home and as a result, he walked away with a damaged view of the world. If you're interested in more details about the book, I'll share a few in the SPOILERS section below.
As I've mentioned in past reviews, I enjoy books that make you have an emotional reaction. This one succeeded at making me wince on more than one occasion. I laughed aloud a few times and I shook my head a few times as Hank continued to spiral out of control.
I rated the book 3.5 stars for me because I enjoyed it. Based on what I've said above, you can probably already tell if you'd like it or not. If you like Hubert Selby, Jr., Kerouac, Hunter Thompson, etc. you'll like it. If you like your fiction neat, tidy, and happy, stear clear.
*****SPOILERS HEREAFTER*****
Hank Chinaski was raised in an abusive home where his father used the leather shaving strop to whip Hank on a daily basis. One of the more memorable scenes was Hank's father looking for any "little hairs" sticking up from the freshly cut lawn. When putting his head to the ground and finding two missed blades of grass, he proceeded to give Hank his beating. It was at this point that despite his pain, Hank no longer reacted to the whippings. He challeged his father to fight him and the beatings ceased. Hank's mother never stepped in to stop the abuse. You're lead to believe this is a result of her own physical abuse at the hands of the father.
Hank learned his street smarts on his own and always reveled in being a tough guy. He liked to fight. He liked being a loner. He liked to offend everyone. Oddly enough, despite all that, he had a difficult time saying no to other exiled kids who latched onto him. You felt there was a kindness somewhere within that never surfaced.
Hank's acne and lustful thoughts played a large role in the story. I would expect that of a story about a boy becoming a man. Unfortunately for our protagonist, he suffered acne so bad that it became huge boils. He frequented the hospital for treatment to this ailment but it never really improved. As a result, his lust was at a distance. In the story, he really only had one shot at sex - with a friend's mother - and he was too freaked out when the opportunity arose to do anything about it.
The largest part of the story is dedicated to Hank's downward spiral into alcoholism. It grew until he was constantly drunk and struggling for some direction in life. He only knew that he wanted to drink and to write. Given that this may be autobiographical, I suppose he did.
I'm sure there is some literary perspective from which this book is stellar and monumental. Try as I might, I can't see that perspective. I do not begrudge anyone who finds this compelling and/or brilliant, I just can't see it. This reminded me of "Catcher in the Rye". Of course,
Frankly, I didn't really care for "Catcher in the Rye" either.
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Charles Bukowski
I found myself avoiding the book. I plowed through the end and was grateful for the very abrupt end. I was discussing the book with my Mentor – Jon encouraged me to stay away from Bukowski. I’m still not convinced that Jon is correct but I am going to
It was not poorly written – but again as Jon points out the title itself is damning – Ham is correct – it seemed to me the sort of book a scorned woman would write – and yet I blush at that because what the author portrays in the young man’s life is truly awful.
The protagonist was a sweet, young boy and in the end a slug fest, alcoholic young man. And I will give Mr. Bukowski this – we don’t necessarily walk away chalking one more causality up to the demons of society and parental disaster – no maybe we do.
The book is brutal – no love, very little compassion and an animalistic view on sex and self-satisfying sex. And in the end we have a young alcoholic moving into skid row – the book left me cold.
It is moments such as this that make 'Ham on Rye' Bukowski's greatest work, and most empathetic portrayal of the life of someone who is seemingly uncared for and alone. The ending, as with his other novels, is uneventful and sudden, leaving the reader with lingering thoughts for days afterwards.
In its simplistic and direct style of language, this novel is close to perfect. A strange childhood renderred so effortlessly, with little grace, so that the subject is reflected in the style.
He is one of my favourite writers
Highly recommended.
See the excellent docu on him!