The screen adaptation, starring Matt Dillon, departs wildly from the text, but it has its moments, the opening scene particularly good.
W. Kandinsky: "There are no 'musts' in art." T.S. Eliot: "There is no freedom in art." Dostoievski character, after the ancient Middle East epigram: "Everything is permitted." (R-rated weblog. Since one has been advised there is no Literature anymore, or even literature, only writing, one proceeds on the premise that this weblog qualifies as not-meaningless, since it is, or appears to be, a form of "writing." Image: Banksy.)
Thursday, June 25, 2015
Factotum / Bukowski
A hilarious novel, deeply engaging, with an authentic feel: pre-post office, a low-life stumbles from job to job, repeatedly being fired for drunkenness, repeatedly resurrecting himself with a fabricated employment history, inevitably being found out and fired again. That he didn't turn to a life of crime remains a mystery; guy had a work ethic that wouldn't let go and in his humiliation and ignominy acted with a kind of warped and stubborn integrity.
Posted by Richard McNally at 11:08 PM
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