He Came from the Slush Pile: Noah Van Sciver’s Fante Bukowski

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People are sometimes baffled by those of us who call ourselves poets. I’ve even seen other writers and artists look at my pursuit with bewilderment. Sometimes the rewards beyond the love of writing are so scant, it’s hard to explain our pursuit, let alone justify it. Thankfully, now we have Noah Van Sciver’s 2015 comic pamphlet collection Fante Bukowski to both inform and warn the people about us.

Cartoonist and graphic novelist Sciver is no stranger to the writerly crowds. He’s worked in an indie book store, so he knows to be wary of Charles Bukowski fanatics. He’s contributed comics to the 60’s underground throwback Mineshaft, including autobiographical musings on creating art while wondering what he does it for.

A while ago, Sciver came out with two ongoing strips about artless artists: One featured the title character Fante, an aspiring writer who couldn’t write. The other focused on a washed up musician. The latter character, Rufus Baxter, seemed less absurd, since he at least had a goal you could understand. He shallowly wanted wealth, but at least that can actually happen to musicians. Deluded writers on the other hand…

The Fante character proves to be much richer in dark comedy because his actions and motivations are so ridiculous and nonsensical (yet familiar to me), adopting a lifestyle loosely based on his literary heroes, particularly Charles Bukowski (of course), who became the inspiration to a legion of writers who adopted the drinking part of his persona with none of the work ethic or writing ability.

Fante pursues fame and financial reward without any idea as to how one goes about it as a writer. He submits largely rejected poems and short stories until an agent (not his) suggests that he write something longer. The results are what you expect, only funnier, as Sciver knows how to extend the humiliation of his clueless protagonist.

Fante inanely and hilariously adopts a vagabond existence by the end and literally stumbles into what might be his life’s first sincerely profound moment. It made me wonder if the story was done with now that this wannabe visionary received his first vision. That was until I found out there’s another Fante book in the works, with Sciver serializing the story online. There is much more rich ground to cover, believe me.

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Those of us who write can say we’re not like poor ol’ Fante, but we can’t fully dismiss him like we can, say, the Mike Meyers character in So I Married An Axe Murderer (my family’s sole go-to reference to what I do). In less than 100 pages, Sciver has created a great dead-on parody of every clueless would-be writer I’ve ever met. To most, it’s a good quick read and a tragic comedy about a failure who refuses to see the shortcomings of himself or his dream. I love it a little more because at long last there’s now a poets and writers’ equivalent to the Eltingville Club. Copies of Fante Bukowski should be part of any credible college curriculum to help students think twice about spending money on English degrees. Especially if the end goal is living in dingy rooms and submitting to “magazines” with print runs equal to the number of people they’re publishing. It might not have stopped most of us from writing, but it would have been useful information to have.

Poem for Fante

Enjoy the writer’s life

while you can.

It’s going to end soon.

It’s ending now.

We’re our half-finished notebooks

thumbed through when nothing’s left

on the shelf.

Who is left to discover

our greatness after death

Your mother not even recycling

your genius rough drafts

Everything trash bagged

to unbury herself

your unread manuscripts gathered up

by a guilty feeling ex

brought to your editor

with his own unread manifestos.

In the end, we are replaced

by wannabe TV show writers

those who can’t tell stories well enough

to even be poets

computers full of dialogue

between vampires, superheroes

fairy tales and zombies

all hooked on crystal meth

jocks

jocks every single one of them.

Written by

Poet for Hire. Link to buy my new book, The Collapsed Bookshelf, available via my website: www.chadparenteaupoetforhire.com

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