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The Subtle art of indifference
Charles
Bukowski
was
an
alcoholic
,
a
womanizer
,
a
chronic
gambler
,
a
lout
,
a
cheapskate
,
a
deadbeat
,
and
on
his
worst
days
,
a
poet
.
He
’
s
probably
the
last
person
on
earth
you
would
ever
look
to
for
life
advice
or
expect
to
see
in
any
sort
of
self
-
help
book
.
Which
is
why
he
’
s
the
perfect
place
to
start
.
Bukowski
wanted
to
be
a
writer
.
But
for
decades
his
work
was
rejected
by
almost
every
magazine
,
newspaper
,
journal
,
agent
,
and
publisher
he
submitted
to
.
His
work
was
horrible
,
they
said
.
Crude
.
Disgusting
.
Depraved
.
And
as
the
stacks
of
rejection
slips
piled
up
,
the
weight
of
his
failures
pushed
him
deep
into
an
alcohol
-
fueled
depression
that
would
follow
him
for
most
of
his
life
.
Bukowski
had
a
day
job
as
a
letter
-
filer
at
a
post
office
.
He
got
paid
shit
money
and
spent
most
of
it
on
booze
.
He
gambled
away
the
rest
at
the
racetrack
.
At
night
,
he
would
drink
alone
and
sometimes
hammer
out
poetry
on
his
beat
-
up
old
typewriter
.
Often
,
he
’
d
wake
up
on
the
floor
,
having
passed
out
the
night
before
.
Thirty
years
went
by
like
this
,
most
of
it
a
meaningless
blur
of
alcohol
,
drugs
,
gambling
,
and
prostitutes
.
Then
,
when
Bukowski
was
fifty
,
after
a
lifetime
of
failure
and
self
-
loathing
,
an
editor
at
a
small
independent
publishing
house
took
a
strange
interest
in
him
.
The
editor
couldn
’
t
offer
Bukowski
much
money
or
much
promise
of
sales
.
But
he
had
a
weird
affection
for
the
drunk
loser
,
so
he
decided
to
take
a
chance
on
him
.
It
was
the
first
real
shot
Bukowski
had
ever
gotten
,
and
,
he
realized
,
probably
the
only
one
he
would
ever
get
.
Bukowski
wrote
back
to
the
editor
:
“
I
have
one
of
two
choices
—
stay
in
the
post
office
and
go
crazy
.
.
.
or
stay
out
here
and
play
at
writer
and
starve
.
I
have
decided
to
starve
.
”
Upon
signing
the
contract
,
Bukowski
wrote
his
first
novel
in
three
weeks
.
It
was
called
simply
Post
Office
.
In
the
dedication
,
he
wrote
,
“
Dedicated
to
nobody
.
”
Bukowski
would
make
it
as
a
novelist
and
poet
.
He
would
go
on
and
publish
six
novels
and
hundreds
of
poems
,
selling
over
two
million
copies
of
his
books
.
His
popularity
defied
everyone
’
s
expectations
,
particularly
his
own
.
Stories
like
Bukowski
’
s
are
the
bread
and
butter
of
our
cultural
narrative
.
Bukowski
’
s
life
embodies
the
American
Dream
:
a
man
fights
for
what
he
wants
,
never
gives
up
,
and
eventually
achieves
his
wildest
dreams
.
It
’
s
practically
a
movie
waiting
to
happen
.
We
all
look
at
stories
like
Bukowski
’
s
and
say
,
“
See
?
He
never
gave
up
.
He
never
stopped
trying
.
He
always
believed
in
himself
.
He
persisted
against
all
the
odds
and
made
something
of
himself
!
”
It
is
then
strange
that
on
Bukowski
’
s
tombstone
,
the
epitaph
reads
:
“
Don
’
t
try
.
”
