Randomly someone will mention Bukowski me.
This has always been strange to me.
I've read every novel and short story of Bukowski
But I've also read everything or almost everything by
Jean Paul Sartre
Simone De Beauvoir
Hunter S. Thompson
I think this Bukowski relation is because of the objects or subjects discussed in my writing.
Bukowski and I have had similiar lives
He grew up during the great depression
I grew up in the Youngstown area which during my childhood had an unemployment rate of 20 to 30 percent.
The steel mills closed in 1977, i was born in 1980, there was a terrible economic depression, mental depression, and moral bankruptcy.
My father is a mean a meatcutter, his father was a mean blue collar asshole too.
His mother wasn't so good, and neither was mine.
So a common theme there.
Most of the people in my books are blue collar and their lives are pretty pathetic. The people in my books lack ambition, are bitter, and generally don't know how to feel about things.
So there is a common theme.
I write a lot about drinking, strippers, drugs, and sex because those are the happy things of a person without money.
I would very much like to write about a vacation to Europe.
If someone would like me to write about a vacation to Europe and they want to pay for it, I would be happy to write that book.
So I understand that relation.
But to go on:
Bukowski is a lot like Celine. He was like the American Celine, a man going around having experiences and then writing about his emotions concerning those experiences.
The only person that has compared me to Celine has been Jim Chapman.
Bukowski stylistically had a lot in common with Hemingway. Bukowski's paragraphs were about the same size and his dialogue worked the same way.
Before I wrote The Human War and The Condemned I had only one Bukowski Ham on Rye, and it was like on a Tuesday in high school. I read it and didn't think about it again.
I ended up reading all of Bukowski when I was like 22 because a girl I know named Ashley who killed herself six months ago let me borrow like two of his books. I think Burning Babies has some Bukowski tones to it, I will admit that.
The Human War and The Condemned were mainly influenced by Beckett, Marcel Proust, Jean Paul Sartre and Wittgenstein.
I really liked Beckett's absurd dialogue, I liked how everyone in his plays just talked without meaning.
I like how Proust just exists and feels.
Sartre's existentialism influenced how I constructed characters.
And Wittgenstein made me want my lines to be really sharp and clear.
When I was like 24 I read Chekhov, Yates, Richard Wright and Erskine Caldwell which influenced Treatise, The Insurgent and Best Behavior.
I think if you have read those four authors you would know that my style and the way I look at characters and how to construct scenes has more to do with them and not Bukowski.
Like this blog post
I don't think this has anything to do with Bukowski.
I think this is in the spirit of maybe Nietzsche or Yates.
The narrator is constantly asking himself, "Why am I behaving like this?"
I want to create the constant epiphany.
Can a person constantly be realizing why they are behaving a certain way?
I don't think Bukowski was really concerned with why people were behaving certain ways.
If there's a drunk woman doing weird shit in a Bukowski story, Bukowski doesn't care, he thinks it is amusing.
Bukowski doesn't care about why his dad behaves so badly in Ham on Rye, the child is the victim, there is no real story about the father, no reason for his punishing of young Hank.
Someone said that I am more honest than Bukowski. I think that also, to be arrogant like Bukowski.
But I don't think Bukowski was totally trying to be honest. A lot of best stories were just little five page things about random events that didn't happen to Hank Chinaski. I'm in a computer lab and don't have access to my books at this moment. But later this week I will post the title of like ten Bukowski short stories that I enjoy. I don't think horse racing are in any of them.
Randomly Bukowski could tell a really good little story.
I have hardly ever told a good story.
I'm completely incapable of telling a good story.
Here are two stories I wrote I like
The Italian Princess and Visiting my Sister.
Both of these 'short stories' have no story to them.
My style if it exists
is that for the most
there is a narrator
and he is alone
and has no one to talk to
no one will listen
to what he has to say
so he says it to the audience
that he steps out onto a stage
on a hard wood folding chair
he or she lights a cigarette
takes a drink
and politely rambles to the audience
the audience sits
what the person is saying
they know they have the same problems
but they are embarrassed of saying it themselves
so they let the person on the stage say it
and after the performer is done with their monologue
The audience attacks the stage and kills the performer
for revealing their secrets
many years later
the body of the performer is paraded around the streets
and the mothers cry
while their ninos hold their knees
the middle aged men who refuse to shed tears in public
defend his dead body with their fists