My eyes were blue and my shoes were old and nobody loved me. But I had things to do. I was Nicky Belane, private detective.

-Charles Bukowski, Pulp

I was always a leg man. It was the first thing I saw when I was born. But then I was trying to get out. Ever since I have been working in the other direction and with pretty lousy luck.

-Charles Bukowski, Pulp

Pulp by Charles Bukowski

Sacrilegiously, the first I heard of Bukowski was when I watched Factotum starring Matt Dillon. It was a movie about being depressed and it was so good that after it finished I immediately called up my best friend at the time and said, I feel so depressed, I can’t be alone, I’m coming over. This, I’ve noticed since then, is what Bukowski does so well, telling with his straight-forward cynicism about life at the bottom. Drinking, horses, women, in that order.

This guy wrote some 45 volumes of poetry, filled with dirty, ugly bullets of truth fired from a rusty typewriter into the degenerate underbelly of modern America, but I don’t read poetry. Of his novels, I’ve read Post Office, Factotum, and Women. Pulp was his final novel, completed shortly before his death.

-Reading the Why

Am I talking too fast or are you just playing dumb?
If you want I can write it down.

-Pulp, Razzmatazz

In the meantime we try.
Try to forget that nothing lasts forever.

-Pulp, Help the Aged

Oh what are you doing Sunday baby.
Would you like to come and meet me maybe?

-Pulp, Disco 2000