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اثر چارلز بوکفسکی از انتشارات نشر چشمه - مترجم: پیمان خاکسار-معروف ترین رمان ها

Henry Chinaski, Bukowski’s alter-ego, is pushed to translate a semi-autobiographical book into a screenplay for John Pinchot. He reluctantly agrees, and is thrust into the otherworld called Hollywood. There are many scandalous books about life in Hollywood, but none as poetic and dangerous as this, a fictional chronicle of Bukowskis experiences writing the screenplay for Barfly. Henry Chinaski has a penchant for booze, women and horse-racing. On his precarious journey from poet to screenwriter he encounters a host of well-known stars and lays bare the absurdity and egotism of the film industry.


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نثر بوکوفسکی کاملا بی پرده است. به همه چیز حتی خودش هم انتقاد داره، از همه چیز متنفره و هیچ چیز هم براش اهمیت نداره. انگار سال ها الکلی بودن کاملا نسبت به دنیا بی حسش کرده.
یک نوع جهان بینی کاملا منفی نیسبت به همه چیز داره. که راستش خیلی نپسندیدم. نمی تونم بگم همه چیز اینقدر گند و کثیف نیست اما سخته با ذهن هوشیار با این همه کثافت رو به رو شد.
در کل نثر بی پرده و ساده بوکوفسکی را پسندیدم اما نمی دونم باز هم ازش کتابی می خونم یا نه. دوست ندارم نویسنده ای که سال ها خودش رو با الکل نابود کرده بهم نشون بده چقدر دنیا کثیف بدون اینکه راه حلی بهتر از الکل بهم نشون بده.
نمیشه از بوکوفسکی حرف زد بدون اینکه ترجمه عالی پیمان خاکسار رو در نظر گرفت. نمی دونم چقدر حذفیات و سانسور داشته ولی واقعا روان ترجمه شده بود و خیلی راحت می شد با کتاب ارتباط برقرار کرد.

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بوکفسکی فیلمنامه ای می نویسد به اسم خراباتی ها و بر اساس آن فیلمی ساخته می شود
این کتاب داستان نوشتن فیلمنامه و دردسرهای ساخته شدن آن فیلم است
البته در داستان بعضی از اسم ها را تغییر داده مثلا اسم فیلم شده «رقص جیم بیم»، ژان لوک گدار شده «ژان لوک مُدار» و... داستان فیلم هم در مورد زندگی خودِ بوکفسکی است
در دوره ای که دائم الخمر بوده و کاری جز رفتن به بار و دعوا کردن نداشته
کتاب را دوست داشتم. ساده و روان است و تکه های طنز خوبی دارد. به نظرم حسن (و گاهی ضعف) بوکفسکی این است که خیلی ساده و صمیمی داستانش را روایت می کند و گاهی داستان شکل نمایشنامه به خودش می گیرد. ترجمه ی پیمان خاکسار هم مثل کارهای قبل اش خوب و روان است

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Gosto de Charles Bukowsky! Gosto da sua irreverência, do seu alcoolismo assumido, do seu apetite sexual sempre insatisfeito, gosto da forma como se encaixa na vida, despreocupadamente, tendo apenas como pontos de interesse as corridas de cavalo, a escrita, a bebida e, claro, as mulheres! Tem fraca opinião sobre a humanidade, ideia com que simpatizo, adora gatos, sentimento com o qual me identifico e prefere o vazio da solidão ao ruído da futilidade, estado de alma que subscrevo totalmente.

Mas este “Hollywood” que, de certa forma, dá continuidade a “Mulheres” não me surpreendeu como esperava … Não senti, na narrativa, a crueza ou, se quisermos, a beleza do caráter de Henry Chinasky … achei-o apático, destituído até de algum sentido de humor e, na minha opinião, o facto de ter uma relação estável com Sarah algo que não encaixa na liberalidade, ou até na libertinagem da sua personalidade, já que, pelo menos depois de ter lido “Mulheres” custa-me aceitar e até mesmo compreender, um Chinasky monógamo, vivendo em regime de exclusividade, um grande amor … Prefiro-o eclético nas suas opções sentimentais.

“Hollywood” , e às tantas reside aqui alguma da sua originalidade, propõe-nos um périplo pelos bastidores de Hollywood, já que Chinasky, sempre entendido como o alter ego do próprio Bukowski, escreveu o argumento para um filme que, de facto, foi produzido (“Barfly” que estreou em 1997).
Este livro, não me falou propriamente aos sentidos e depois de ter lido “Mulheres” e “Histórias de Loucura Normal” que condensa uma série de short stories, dou por encerrada a abordagem à obra deste escritor americano.


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I have a soft spot for Bukowski, have had one since my days in community college and the early days of my time at university. That being said, I wouldnt call him a @[email protected] author with the likes of Shakespeare, Kafka, Joyce, but, in an odd way, I dont think he was ever @[email protected] to be one of those kinds of authors. And no one seemed more honest about this than Buk himself. He dedicated his last book @[email protected] @to bad [email protected] (or something to that effect) and on his gravestone itself are inscribed the words @Dont [email protected] This isnt to say that the man wasnt arrogant, and perhaps a bullshitter in the leagues of Mailer or Hemingway, far from it. I fell in love with the Romantic life he regularly depicted in his novels and poems not knowing (or not wanting to know) how much of it was true and how much of it might have been nonsense exaggeration about a class of people that life decided to lean on. It was Bukowskis world equally demarcated (or perhaps not) between searing honesty and bullshit boasting of a sad and angry man. But, that considered, it can be said that in a sense, you could call Bukowksis oeuvre young boys adventure literature...for men in their twenties wanting desperately to experience something beyond sheltered suburbia.

But Bukowksi had and still has something in his writing that many other (even ostensibly superior) writers lack. Its hard to put a label on what it is. Part of it is his incredible sense of place. He writes about Los Angeles in a way that no other writer, native to LA or not, has been able to. Under Buks pen its a city at once home and alienating, full of possibility and yet bereft of all hope of change or progress. Its less a city and more a confluence of shadows and lights, not much there, until there is. Added to this, was Buks ability to delineate and describe despair in a way that was almost heroic. True, sometimes his writing smacked of overreaching, riding off into cliche every now and again (Hollywood is no exception) but overall Buk had a mastery of the dour and frustrating, the angst ridden and the despairing, in a way reminiscent of an almost messier and less transcendent Kafka.

But now on to the book itself. Hollywood was Bukowskis penultimate novel, written about the time when the film @[email protected] was being created (with Bukowskis penning the screenplay) essentially telling the story of Charles Bukowski. The story is pure Buk, lots of drinking, swearing, ribald jokes and generally wry observations about the human condition and the madness of artistry, any artistry.

The book isnt one of Buks best, but its still very good. Most of the characters are peripheral to @[email protected] which makes sense given the character of both @the [email protected] and the author writing him. However, the character @[email protected] (Henrys wife) gets the worst of this treatment as she seems less a character and more a female helper to Hank with little to no actual personality. But where the book scores big is with Bukowskis rendering of tone. I wont bullshit you and say that Bukowksi could @sense his end was [email protected] but theres a relaxed tone of acceptance, humor, and a marked decrease in the fury and despair of the Bukowski of @[email protected] and @Post [email protected] The dirty old man has found something akin to peace, if not happiness.

So, read it, its good, and goes down like a smooth shot. Hell, go see @[email protected] too, its very 80s and Mickey Rourke is insanely over the top but much like Bukowski, hes good in such a way that even his fuck-ups are worth seeing, witnessing, and experiencing.



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I’ve been kind of saving this one because it was the only Bukowski novel that I hadn’t read. But then I saw Paperback Junky on YouTube talking about Bukowski and it made me want to pick it up and tick it off.

It was worth the wait. If you’ve read Bukowski before and you’re familiar with his history then you’ll even be able to tie this book back to the events that it covers. Bukowski wrote the autobiographical screenplay for a movie called Barfly starring Mickey Rourke and Faye Dunaway, and this novel basically covers the period of his life around the writing of the screenplay, the shooting of the movie and its eventual release.

Of course, we’re also told all of this through the persona of Hank Chinaski, and Bukowski has always blurred the lines between fact and fiction in his work. Nevertheless, if you’re interested in his unique style of writing or if you want an honest book about Hollywood life then you’re going to enjoy this one, and if you haven’t watched the film then it’ll increase your enjoyment if you watch it after reading the book.

All in all, I enjoyed this book just as much as I expected to, and that’s saying something because I went into it with high expectations. I probably wouldn’t recommend it as your first Bukowski novel because it’d work best if you read them in chronological order, but I read them out of order and still loved it. It was excellent.

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3,5*

@The poem has some value, believe me. It keeps you from going totally [email protected]

@Writing was never work for me. It had been the same for as long as I could remember: turn on the radio to a classical music station, light a cigarette or a cigar, open the bottle. The typer did the rest. All I had to do was be there. The whole process allowed me to continue when life itself offered very little, when life itself was a horror show. There was always the typer to soothe me, to talk to me, to entertain me, to save my ass. Basically thats why I wrote: to save my ass, to save my ass from the madhouse, from the streets, from [email protected]

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Per Chinaski/Bukowski il raggiungimento del benessere economico e del successo può comportare una integrazione al sistema soltanto apparente. Pur nella manifesta soddisfazione di potersi godere una bella casa e una fiammante BMW nera (@Se vi dicono altrimenti, non credeteci. La vita comincia a 65 anni.”), i suoi eccessi sono quelli di sempre, soltanto un po temperati dalle premure, neppure troppo assillanti, della giovanissima moglie @mandata dagli dei ad allungargli di dieci anni la vita @.
E il suo senso di appartenenza è sempre orientato verso i “deboli”, quella schiera di emarginati, disadattati, sbandati che sempre riscuotono la sua simpatia e la sua tenerezza.
La stesura di una sceneggiatura che ha come protagonista un alcolizzato, che altri non è che lo stesso Hank da giovane, schiude la porta al travolgente fiume della nostalgia e dei ricordi, al rimpianto struggente per quegli anni, pur con il loro corredo di miseria, dissipazione e pazzia…o forse proprio per quello.
Il vecchio Hank, infatti, non rinnega neppure una virgola del proprio passato, ne fa anzi una specie di credo, una scelta inevitabile e consapevole, che non contempla ravvedimenti o rimorsi, ma unicamente il rammarico, la rabbia e la disperazione per non poterla fare rivivere.

“La porta della stanza si aprì ed entrò barcollando Jack Blendsoe. Cazzo, era il giovane Chinaski! Ero io! Sentii una dolce sofferenza dentro. Gioventù, brutta stronza, dove sei finita? Volevo essere di nuovo quel giovane ubriaco […] Ma ero solo il vecchio nell’angolo, attaccato a una birra.”

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