At the age of 50 Ian Martin gave up his regular job and moved to a remote coastal village near the southern tip of Africa. Drawing on his experiences as an insurance clerk, naval store man, lavatory attendant, assistant farm foreman,temporary school teacher, hospital orderly, weather station medic and house builder, he began the next phase of his life. Now, after more than a decade, he has produced three novels, a fictionalized autobiography and many short articles and stories, and he is still writing. When asked how he has been able to survive for so long without having written a bestseller, he says he is entirely dependent on his wife, who goes out to work. Otherwise he would have died from starvation.
When Henry Fuckit takes a job as storeman in the Simonstown naval dockyard, he has no intention of doing any work. This would debilitate him through the onset of chronic existentialist nausea. But to his surprise, he finds that no one there expects him to lift a finger. In the absurd world of the dockyard there are only two requirements: Henry must be physically present, and must pretend to be busy working on an important task.
To alleviate the boredom of a futile existence and to stave off waves of existentialist nausea, Henry doctors himself with Turkish Delight tobacco and his patented Vrotters elixir while he and his indolent colleagues while away the hours, engaging in pseudo philosophical discussion and quasi scientific research.
It's all as ridiculously absurd as 'Waiting for Godot', but it's on this platform that Ian Martin is able to explore ideas and play the fool with his off-the-wall alter ego.
Título : Henry Fuckit Kills Time
EAN : 9781458045706
Editorial : Ian Martin
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