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Title	:	Ham on Rye
Author	:	Charles Bukowski
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Special Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 288 pages
Published	:	July 29th 2014 by Ecco (first published September 1982)
Categories	:	Fiction. Classics. Novels. Literature. American

Ham on Rye

Charles Bukowski

Paperback | Pages: 288 pages

Rating: 4.14 | 78651 Users | 3203 Reviews

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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, women, 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.

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Original Title:	Ham on Rye
ISBN:	006117758X (ISBN13: 9780061177583)
Edition Language:	English
Characters:	Henry Chinaski, Henry Chinaski, Sr, Katherine Chinaski
Setting:	United States of America Los Angeles, California(United States)

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Ham on Rye is the rough-and-tumble tale of Henry Chinaski, Bukowski's alter ego. In telling his story, Bukowski is alternately sad, funny, earthy, raunchy, and angry. Bukowski's character sees no higher purpose to life. It's all about minimizing effort and maximizing the pleasures of the moment. Those who find fulfillment in marriage or careers are living a lie. There are perhaps similarities to Bukowski's philosophy of life and that of Sartre's. However, instead of a cafe philosopher,

Up until recently, all I knew about Charles Bukowski was what I learned in one of my all time favorite films, Barfly, staring the incomparable Mickey Rourke as our antihero Henry Chinaski. If you havent seen it, you should remedy that immediately: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SrpTDa...This is a world where everybodys gotta do something, gotta be something... sometimes I just get tired of thinking of all the things that I don't wanna do.. that I don't wanna be***Henry Chinaski is a bit of a

I was sixteen, tan, blonde and good looking, catching waves on my yellow surfboard along with all the other surfers, handsome guys and beautiful gals, each and every day that summer. Little did I know this mini-heaven would quickly end and hell would begin in September. Why? My smooth-skinned tan face turned into an acne-filled mess. I suffered pimple by pimple for three years straight; many fat red pimples popping up every day. Oh, yeah, on my forehead, temples, cheeks, jaw, chin and nose.

"I would rather be a dishwasher, return alone to a tiny room and drink myself to sleep"Just one of many brilliant lines from the dead beat king Henry Chinaski, in what is probably Bukowski's best work. From his early roots as a troubled kid who was treated appallingly by his father through to his angst teenage years of feeling miserable and looking at everything in a downtrodden and pointless way Bukowski simply doesn't hold back on anything . Chinaski's wallowing about the world gets more

At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidate who reminded them most of themselves. Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye Reading Charles Bukowski in public is a rather curious thing. Every once in a while, you come across some line or paragraph that is suffused with such a potent strand of open misanthropy it makes you chuckle. You think

Bukowski is impossible to separate from his fans, at least for me: those driver-cap wearing kids you see in every undergraduate creative writing seminar who still think it's not just funny but somehow or other beneficial to society to be "edgy" and "politically incorrect," who wish they had mental illness so they could "tap into genius," and who feel that living the "real writer's life" involves being homeless and alcoholic. They're pretty much the "manly men" of the creative writing sphere.

Every now and again, I need to go and find some Charles Bukowski. I have said in a previous review that I love him for the simple reason that he never fails to disturb me, and that is as true a statement as I will ever put down on paper. Other writers have parsed the same space that Bukowski operates in, but none have that sheer force of authenticity, that audaciousness of character that the man writes with. And yes, I know, Bukowski is very much a love/hate proposition for a large number of