Uncovering Charles Bukowski (Boulder Weekly 7/1/10)

by Adam Perry for Boulder Weekly – July 1st, 2010

Absence of the Hero, Vol. 2, the latest book of uncollected Charles Bukowski writings, begins with “The Reason Behind Reason,” a poignant tale of a professional baseball player who has somewhat of a psychotic break while playing the outfield. In the middle of a game, the centerfielder looks around at his teammates, the sky and the overall spectacle he’s an essential part of; despite being confused and bewildered, he catches a fly ball, and then runs with his teammates to the dugout after the inning’s final out.

In his next at-bat, the puzzled player hits a “screamer” off the outfield wall but fails to leave the batter’s box, standing curiously still until the ball is thrown in to first base — at which point he walks to the locker room to face the press as the story ends.

If only Bukowski had more consistently offered readers stories like “The Reason Behind Reason” — and had known when to nix overboard nonsense such as “The Rapist’s Story” — his readership may have expanded beyond horny high schoolers and college students who paid to have the writer come to their schools and perform (i.e. drink a case of beer on stage and berate the audience in between poems). However, Absence of the Hero and other recent collections further reveal not only Bukowski’s remarkable prolificness, but also the diversity of his talents and literary interests.

“Bukowski is becoming a household name,” says Nate Jordon, head of Boulder’s burgeoning Monkey Puzzle Press. “It’s as if Bukowski is finally being discovered. It’s almost ironic because even at the height of his fame, Bukowski was still an underground writer — he was still below the public radar — but, to those who knew of him, he was a genius.”

Henry Charles Bukowski (1920-1994) was well into his 50s when he started to enjoy widespread success as a writer. Since his rise to international fame in the 1980s, Bukowski’s short stories, poems, essays and letters have been translated into numerous languages, been made into major motion pictures and helped several publishers make a boatload of money. A household name, yes, but the majority of Bukowski’s fans utilize his edgy writing — which “voiced the realities of the rejected,” says Jordon — as a rite of passage and move on.

Bukowski’s characters, who are virtually always on the verge of either punching each other or fornicating, hang on to life by holding on to each other, if only for one night or a couple of months. They treat each other horribly, with Bukowski’s selfstyled character Henry Chinaski usually taking the prize for worst behaved, and are usually either drunk or hung-over. But unlike Exit to Brooklyn and other erotically charged American tales of urban horror and desperation, many of Bukowski’s short stories actually leave one with a warm glow, whether from reluctant but real love, brilliant delineation of sociological phenomena in America or, once in a while, juicy science fiction.

Additionally, literary geeks have surmised for decades that Bukowski hated the Beat Generation and the Beat Generation hated him.

“Bukowski vehemently denied being a part of the Beat Generation and many times expressed a loathing of such associations,” Jordon says.

But it’s more complicated than that. In Bukowski’s entire sprawling catalog, references to the Beats are almost nonexistent, but Absence of the Hero, Vol. 2 provides somewhat of a breakthrough with an unearthed Bukowski review of Allen Ginsberg’s Empty Mirror (1961).

“He’s better to have around than not to have around,” Bukowski says of Ginsberg, which is one of the nicest things the Los Angeles writer is known to have said about the Beats. “I think that Ginsberg belongs somewhere,” he continues, “and that without his coming through, none of us would be writing as well as we are doing now, which is not well enough, but we hang on.”

Bukowski, who egotistically describes himself as “one-half Hemingway and one-half Bogart” at one point in Absence of the Hero, also had a lot in common with Jack Kerouac. Although somehow Bukowski was able to endlessly abuse alcohol and live into his 70s, while Kerouac died in his 40s of alcoholism-related physical trauma, both strived toward what Bukowski calls here “the true line devoid of ornament.”

At one point in Absence of the Hero, Gregory Corso and Bukowski cross paths in New Mexico. The inimitable author of “Marriage” proceeds to repeatedly tell Bukowski, “I am your peer,” as if the little Italian eccentric was convinced that Bukowski had an inferiority complex for never being part of a major literary movement, let alone the major literary movement of his time. Bukowski and Corso proceed to drink together amicably in an Albuquerque bar, and the reader wonders who dreamt up the Bukowski/Beat controversy in the first place.

Still, as a graduate of the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics at Naropa University in Boulder — co-founded by Ginsberg almost 40 years ago — I also closed Absence of the Hero, Vol. 2 wondering why the name Charles Bukowski never came up in two years of classes.

“With Naropa and the Beat lineage there,” says Jordon, a Kerouac School graduate, “I think there’s a conscious decision to delineate Bukowski from the Beats. Of course, I could be wrong. Maybe someone should bring it up.”

This just in:
Letter to the Editor of Boulder Weekly

I had a bit of a giggle at Adam Perry’s article, wherein he ponders the separation between Naropa and the Beats one hand, and Charles Bukowski on the other.

Embarrassingly enough, I had never heard of Bukowski – an American – until first visiting Germany in 1976. The young people there were completely taken with him and I devoured his books like sauerbraten. When I moved to Boulder in 1982, I was invited out to drinks at Juanita’s by a group of Naropa students & faculty, back when the “campus” was the space above the now Boulder Book Store. I was seated next to Reed Bye, and as the conversation went on I eagerly asked if he had read with Charles Bukowski. Bye turned to me and did one of those vaudevillian fake-puking things, as if throwing up into my lap. In fact, he did manage to drool out some of his nachos onto my jeans. The next 20 minutes or so of conversation was a real slam-fest of negativity, as each Naropa denizen voiced a variation on what a fraud, what a drunk, what an impossible man Bukowski was: “He wants you to call him Hank!!”, was voiced with the sort of horror one reserves for finding half a rat in one’s tofu salad.

The Ginsberg Beats have never wanted anything whatever to do with Bukowski, possibly because he sweats and is uncouth, if my memory of that evening serves. One thing Bukowski most definitely was not was socially delicate, but novels like “Hollywood” reveal him to be a compassionate observer of the human condition on par with any Buddhist. This, I think, creates trouble in mind for a lot of the more self-important champions of that period of modern literature, eg, How can this brawling, bloody, smelly, combative, loving individual fit into our World View? Darn right there’s a conscious decision to not let Hank be part of the club!

Peter Johnson, 7/1/10

2 thoughts on “Uncovering Charles Bukowski (Boulder Weekly 7/1/10)

  1. Thanks for that information. I am a young writer who did not know of “their” relationships.

    Hank was a handful from what i have heard. But then again so was many of the Beats. Oh well, just might not have been part of the click….too bad for the Bard Barfly!

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