The latter, down and out literature, I first came across when I read several of George Orwell’s works, which dealt with poverty and social and economic injustice – a sad situation which hasn’t advanced a great deal since Orwell’s day. The former sprung forth through the likes of Thomas De Quincey in the 19th century, who candidly discussed his addiction to opium. Charles Bukowski’s Post Office (1971) isn’t quite in the same league there, but what it does represent is a fine instalment in addiction, and down and out, literature, as well as something genuinely funny to read.
Right, my last three reviews have encompassed a lot of serious philosophising and whatnot.
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