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  • Dreams from Bunker Hill
  • John Fante
  • English
  • 25 August 2017
  • 9780876855287

10 thoughts on “Dreams from Bunker Hill

  1. says:

    Honestly I'm pretty devastated that never again will I be able to experience reading a Bandini book for the first time

  2. says:

    It's slim otherwise 5 starsIf you fancy being a writer someday this is the book for you This author bursts with brilliance of post war Los Angeles Cannery row but from the eyes of a young artist The great fear and uncertaint

  3. says:

    The rare feeling that 5 stars are not enough

  4. says:

    This my fourth John Fante book over the last couple months and Dreams From Bunker Hill is the novel that makes t

  5. says:

    Charming FastI won’t be breaking new ground with this review but I think adding to the heap of what others have said might

  6. says:

    Got this today in a book exchange with a fellow Goodreads er The final installment in the Bandini uartet Can't wait Fante is a godof

  7. says:

    Another brief but enjoyable journey to old Los Angeles with Fante and alter ego Arturo Bandini Arturo is adult and even keeled although I imagine that this novel can't take place too long after Ask the Dust Bunker Hill is

  8. says:

    I'm afraid this particular flavor of realism is unfashionable in America now Too phallocentric perhaps a fair enough assessment to

  9. says:

    I tell you John Fante can do no wrong He is the writer's writerI have never encountered a writer who pulls the reader in hook line and sinker and pulls you along for the rideOn two mornings to work I read this on a crowded Tokyo commuter train and was so swept into the world of Bunker Hill that I almost missed my stop and completely forgot that I was even on a train Damn This is the finale to the so called Arturo Bandini 'uartet

  10. says:

    Some fourteen years since I stumbled across Fante's 'Ask the Dust' as an eighteen year old Arturo Bandini remains my favour

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Dreams from Bunker Hill

East by Los Angeles Street on the south by Pershing Suare and on the north by Civic Center I was a busboy nonpareil with great verve and style for the profession and though I was dreadfully underpaid one dollar a day plus meal. Got this today in a book exchange with a fellow Goodreads er The final installment in the Bandini uartet Can t wait Fante is a godof sortsFinally got going on this last night and it s pretty awesomeof course This book is the finale of the Bandini uartet and finds Arturo still only 21 years old getting started in his film writing career Funny he gets paid wads of cash for writing nothing He s the producer guy s back up writer what ever that is Though he lived in LA mostall of his adult life Fante never had a high opinion of Hollywood The emotional tone is a bit subdued in comparison to the fever pitch of the first three Bandini books but this one was written 50 years after those Fante wrote the book by dictating it to his wife as he was too ill and handicapped to write it himself The f word makes its debut here another sign that the book was written in a different time than its predecessors Kinda weird also HL Mencken gets yet another pseudonym in this book Again kinda weirdFinished this short novel last night No Bandini for me But there are Fante books and I ll be reading them In this book Arturo has reached the age of 21 and one might say he s a BIT self contained and mature Then again This book s tone is a bit subdued compared to it s predecessors but the craziness is still abundant As in two of the other three books death and love are intertwined for Arturo and he is called upon to soldier onward As we know from knowing Fante s own history ArturoJohn did become a successful screenwriter though the author gives ample evidence of his views of Hollywood vs literature Picking up from his wacky screenwriter teammate Velda ArturoFante drops a bleep load of Hollywood names It gets pretty funny after a while The Rocklin of 1 goes back to being the real life Boulder in this book Loved the whole pro wrestling thing Reminded me of The Wrestler Arturo s family makeup keeps changing In this one he has a sister and two brothers Different in each book 45 rounds down to 4 not UITE as strong as the first three the-dhammapada underpaid one dollar a day plus meal. Got this today in a book exchange with a fellow Goodreads er The final installment in the Bandini the-legend-of-zelda-symphony-of-the-goddesses-piano-solos uartet Can t wait Fante is a godof sortsFinally got going on this last night and it s pretty awesomeof course This book is the finale of the Bandini 7 Cavalier Of The Abyss Vol 7 uartet and finds Arturo still only 21 years old getting started in his film writing career Funny he gets paid wads of cash for writing nothing He s the producer guy s back The Bachelors Christmas Bride up writer what ever that is Though he lived in LA mostall of his adult life Fante never had a high opinion of Hollywood The emotional tone is a bit subdued in comparison to the fever pitch of the first three Bandini books but this one was written 50 years after those Fante wrote the book by dictating it to his wife as he was too ill and handicapped to write it himself The f word makes its debut here another sign that the book was written in a different time than its predecessors Kinda weird also HL Mencken gets yet another pseudonym in this book Again kinda weirdFinished this short novel last night No Bandini for me But there are Fante books and I ll be reading them In this book Arturo has reached the age of 21 and one might say he s a BIT self contained and mature Then again This book s tone is a bit subdued compared to it s predecessors but the craziness is still abundant As in two of the other three books death and love are intertwined for Arturo and he is called Manhattan Boss Diamond Proposal upon to soldier onward As we know from knowing Fante s own history ArturoJohn did become a successful screenwriter though the author gives ample evidence of his views of Hollywood vs literature Picking The Photographers Quick Guide To Photoshop Cs6 up from his wacky screenwriter teammate Velda ArturoFante drops a bleep load of Hollywood names It gets pretty funny after a while The Rocklin of 1 goes back to being the real life Boulder in this book Loved the whole pro wrestling thing Reminded me of The Wrestler Arturo s family makeup keeps changing In this one he has a sister and two brothers Different in each book 45 rounds down to 4 not UITE as strong as the first three

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My first collision with fame was hardly memorable I was a busboy at Marx's Deli The year was 1934 The place was Third and Hill Los Angeles I was twenty one years old living in a world bounded on the west by Bunker Hill on the. It s slim otherwise 5 starsIf you fancy being a writer someday this is the book for you This author bursts with brilliance of post war Los Angeles Cannery row but from the eyes of a young artist The great fear and uncertainty of not knowing if you truly have talent or even if you do whether it will be recognized is overwhelming to the protagonist Arturo Bandino is to John Fante as Henry Chinaski is to Charles Bukowski This is how they tell their lives of being an author of integrity all the while eking out a life that vacillates between euphoric contentment and brutal depression This book my fourth of his explains why Bukowski liked him so much I ve read most of his It is about an author trying to be as great as the people who inspired him Sherwood Anderson Hamsun London etc and making a living at it His young lust for beautiful women especially their behinds builds until it ultimately explodes in humiliating defeat often agonizing heartbreak He seeks solace as well finding love in an older woman even that he destroys in what can only be described as madness where his flights of fancy lead him into all sorts of trouble He can t stay in one place long nor maintain relationships with writers he adores or casual friends This book is a romp a riot really and Fante s style is often hilarious It would be like Woody Allen if he would have a mean streak and was prone to drunken brawling It s very hard to separate the author from his creation the latter revealing so many embarrassing personal facts and escapades that it seems as though they must be true This is a fun and easy read a short book Fante has no patience for tedium nor does Arturo the creation so there is nothing boring here When he gets fed up he just packs up and moves to another adventure He ll wake up in a hospital here and there and immediately start hitting on the nurse Fante is not nearly so crude and nasty as Bukowski his stuff is a good primer to decide if you want to take that next step Here are a few items I marked since he tells it so much better than Ip 23 our hero feeling optimistic after getting enough cash to exchange his rags for better clothes The sun hit my face like a big golden eyeit promised a bright and glorious day I shot out of bed opened the window wide and called out to the world hello everybody Good luck to all In my fine Goodwill pinstripe suite and my rakish fedora I tucked a copy of the American Phoenix under my arm and strode out to conuer a womanI paused and listened I heard something It was the sound of happiness It was my own heart beating softly rhythmicallyWell dressed folk moved in and out through the revolving doors They were people like myself neatly attired the better class p 57 remembering his past discovering in youth to love of literature and torment of the difficulty of writing One day I went to the bookshelves and pulled out a book It was Winesburg Ohio I sat at a long mahogany table and began to read I read another I read and I read and I was heartsick and lonely and in love with a book many books until it came naturally and I sat there with a pencil and a long tablet and tried to write until I felt I could not go on because the words would not come as they did in Anderson they only came like drops of blood from my heart p 102 there is so much pain and loathing in this book but I cherry pick the beautiful moments which he evokes so wonderfully When day broke I walked barefoot in the water in the moist sand a mile to the cannery settlement teeming with workers men and women emptying the fishing boats dressing and canning the fish in big corrugated buildings They were mostly Japanese and Mexican folk from San Pedro There were two restaurants The food was good and cheap Sometimes I walked to the end of the pier to the ferryboat landing where the boats took off across the channel to San Pedro It was twenty five cents round trip I felt like a millionaire whenever I plunked down my uarter and sailed for Pedro I rented a bike and toured the Palos Verdes hills I found the public library and loaded up on books Back at my shack I build a fire in the woodstove and sat in the warmth and read Dostoevsky and Flaubert and Dickens and all those famous people I lacked for nothing My life was a prayer a thanksgiving My loneliness was an enrichment I found myself bearable tolerable even good Sometimes I wondered what had happened to the writer who had come there Had I written something and left the place I touched my typewriter and mused at the action of the keys It was another life I had never been here before I would never leave it But of course this is all momentary then the Sicilian wrestler moves into the next door on the beach This sketch reminds me of bliss captured by Bukowski once riding a bus across Appalachia and stopping in a little mountain dinerchokengtitiktitikchokeng 127 apropos the author withdraws from a co scriptwriting deal and then sees the movie without his name on it somewhat torn with regret I went up to my room and fell on the bed exhausted I had been deluding myself There was no pleasure in seeing Sin City I was really not pleased at Velda s failure In truth I felt sorry for her for all writers for the misery of the craft I lay in that tiny room and it engulfed me like a tomb Ironically literature is rendered from his loathing of writing This is typical of this man and his successor The Saga Of Thrond Of Gate uncertainty of not knowing if you truly have talent or even if you do whether it will be recognized is overwhelming to the protagonist Arturo Bandino is to John Fante as Henry Chinaski is to Charles Bukowski This is how they tell their lives of being an author of integrity all the while eking out a life that vacillates between euphoric contentment and brutal depression This book my fourth of his explains why Bukowski liked him so much I ve read most of his It is about an author trying to be as great as the people who inspired him Sherwood Anderson Hamsun London etc and making a living at it His young lust for beautiful women especially their behinds builds The European Guilds ultimately explodes in humiliating defeat often agonizing heartbreak He seeks solace as well finding love in an older woman even that he destroys in what can only be described as madness where his flights of fancy lead him into all sorts of trouble He can t stay in one place long nor maintain relationships with writers he adores or casual friends This book is a romp a riot really and Fante s style is often hilarious It would be like Woody Allen if he would have a mean streak and was prone to drunken brawling It s very hard to separate the author from his creation the latter revealing so many embarrassing personal facts and escapades that it seems as though they must be true This is a fun and easy read a short book Fante has no patience for tedium nor does Arturo the creation so there is nothing boring here When he gets fed Destiny up he just packs Let The Storm Break Sky Fall 2 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revolving doors They were people like myself neatly attired the better class p 57 remembering his past discovering in youth to love of literature and torment of the difficulty of writing One day I went to the bookshelves and pulled out a book It was Winesburg Ohio I sat at a long mahogany table and began to read I read another I read and I read and I was heartsick and lonely and in love with a book many books Tryst until it came naturally and I sat there with a pencil and a long tablet and tried to write Ruining Angel Ruined 1 5 until I felt I could not go on because the words would not come as they did in Anderson they only came like drops of blood from my heart p 102 there is so much pain and loathing in this book but I cherry pick the beautiful moments which he evokes so wonderfully When day broke I walked barefoot in the water in the moist sand a mile to the cannery settlement teeming with workers men and women emptying the fishing boats dressing and canning the fish in big corrugated buildings They were mostly Japanese and Mexican folk from San Pedro There were two restaurants The food was good and cheap Sometimes I walked to the end of the pier to the ferryboat landing where the boats took off across the channel to San Pedro It was twenty five cents round trip I felt like a millionaire whenever I plunked down my the-end-zone uarter and sailed for Pedro I rented a bike and toured the Palos Verdes hills I found the public library and loaded Breaking From Your Parents up on books Back at my shack I build a fire in the woodstove and sat in the warmth and read Dostoevsky and Flaubert and Dickens and all those famous people I lacked for nothing My life was a prayer a thanksgiving My loneliness was an enrichment I found myself bearable tolerable even good Sometimes I wondered what had happened to the writer who had come there Had I written something and left the place I touched my typewriter and mused at the action of the keys It was another life I had never been here before I would never leave it But of course this is all momentary then the Sicilian wrestler moves into the next door on the beach This sketch reminds me of bliss captured by Bukowski once riding a bus across Appalachia and stopping in a little mountain dinerchokengtitiktitikchokeng 127 apropos the author withdraws from a co scriptwriting deal and then sees the movie without his name on it somewhat torn with regret I went September Roses up to my room and fell on the bed exhausted I had been deluding myself There was no pleasure in seeing Sin City I was really not pleased at Velda s failure In truth I felt sorry for her for all writers for the misery of the craft I lay in that tiny room and it engulfed me like a tomb Ironically literature is rendered from his loathing of writing This is typical of this man and his successor

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S I attracted considerable attention as I whirled from table to table balancing a tray on one hand and eliciting smiles from my customers I had something else beside a waiter's skill to offer my patrons for I was also a writer. I m afraid this particular flavor of realism is unfashionable in America now Too phallocentric perhaps a fair enough assessment to be honest and too directly working class and rough pawed to pass muster with the nation s painfully upper middle class publishing world and altogether too dark and unfriendly with too much fuck you in it to ever pass the Pulitzer committeeFante was one of those writers who proudly inhabited the margins of American society and his writing was all the stronger for it While he s mostly known in reference to his disciple Bukowski Fante is far and away the better writer and there s heart in one paragraph of Dreams from Bunker Hill or Ask the Dust than all of Post Office for instance You might find comparisons to Nelson Algren flophouses and two bit whores Frederick Exley a sensitive soul thrown against the rocks again and again and again or Raymond Carver the promises of the West Coast failing to meet reality Now go check it out the-legend-of-zelda-symphony-of-the-goddesses-piano-solos unfashionable in America now Too phallocentric perhaps a fair enough assessment to be honest and too directly working class and rough pawed to pass muster with the nation s painfully 7 Cavalier Of The Abyss Vol 7 upper middle class publishing world and altogether too dark and The Bachelors Christmas Bride unfriendly with too much fuck you in it to ever pass the Pulitzer committeeFante was one of those writers who proudly inhabited the margins of American society and his writing was all the stronger for it While he s mostly known in reference to his disciple Bukowski Fante is far and away the better writer and there s heart in one paragraph of Dreams from Bunker Hill or Ask the Dust than all of Post Office for instance You might find comparisons to Nelson Algren flophouses and two bit whores Frederick Exley a sensitive soul thrown against the rocks again and again and again or Raymond Carver the promises of the West Coast failing to meet reality Now go check it out


About the Author: John Fante

Fante's early years were spent in relative poverty The son of an Italian born father Nicola Fante and an Italian American mother Mary Capolungo Fante was educated in various Catholic schools in Boulder and Denver Colorado and briefly attended the University of ColoradoIn 1929 he dropped out of college and moved to Southern California to concentrate on his writing He lived and worked in W