Although Hamper's comedic effect is often too studied, almost affected, it still elicits a hearty bellylaugh - in a way that Bukowski has not.
Ben Hamper takes us on a journey into the industrial wastelands of blue-collar toil - beer, repetition, noise, grime, mental atrophy...all the things that have made the US in to the industrial giant it is. He writes with a casually sharpened observation that belies his eventual descent in to the maddened pit created by the demons of industrialization. Indeed, I was surprised by how this chronicle ends and the annals or work-related literature deserve a closure from Hamper, as the lastest recruit 'accepting the baton from crab claw to puppy paw'.
Ben Hamper has written about only one topic yet he has done it with greater panache than Bukowski's 'Post Office'.Like they say - 'It's a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it!'.