By Adele Wiseman
Hoda, the protagonist of Crackpot, is without doubt one of the so much pleasing characters in Canadian fiction. Graduating from a tumultuous adolescence to a lifetime of prostitution, she turns into a legend in her neighbourhood, a canny and creative lady, beneficiant, intuitive, and exuding a healthy lust for life.
Resonant with delusion and superstition, this radiant novel is a joyous occasion of existence and the secret that's on the center of all adventure.
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Gertrude turned her head and stared into the crowd of people. Then she looked at me. ” “That soldier over there. He’s sitting alone. He sits so straight. ” “Is it the soldier? ” I stood up at the table, left a tip and walked toward the door. I heard Gertrude behind me. I walked down the street in the snow. Soon she was walking at my side. “You didn’t even get a taxi. ” I didn’t answer. We walked the four or five blocks to the rooming house. I went up the steps with her beside me. Then I walked down to my room, opened the door, closed it, got out of my clothes and went to bed.
Get up,” I told my father. ” She scratched my face again. I turned to look at her. She got the other side of my face. Blood was running down my neck, was soaking my shirt, pants, shoes, the rug. She lowered her hands and stared at me. ” She didn’t answer. I walked back to the bedroom thinking, I better find myself a job. 20 / CHARLES BUKOWSKI 12 I stayed in my room until after they left the next morning. Then I took the newspaper and turned to the Help Wanted section. My face hurt; I was still sick.
I worked for several weeks. I came in drunk each night. It didn’t matter; I had the job nobody wanted. After an hour at the oven I was sober. My hands were blistered and burned. Each day I sat aching in my room pricking my blisters with pins I first sterilized with matches. One night I was drunker than usual. I refused to punch in. “This is it,” I told them. The Elf was in trauma. ” I got his head in the crook of my arm, squeezed; his ears turned pink. “Little bastard,” I said. Then I let him go.