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Hating Olivia [Read] ➪ Hating Olivia By Mark SaFranko – “A book of uiet horrors and beautifully expressed longing SaFranko’s prose is precise flawless and the work of a man who truly loves and understands great writing” —Tony O'Neill author of Sick “A book of uiet horrors and beautifully expressed longing SaFranko’s prose is precise flawless and the work of a man who truly loves and understands great writing” —Tony O'Neill author of Sick City and Down and Out on Murder Mile “SaFranko writes from the heart and the balls crafting a furious and passionate piece of work that is entirely his own with some scenes that would make even Bukowski blush” —Susan Tomaselli editor of DogmatikacomHating Olivia is acclaimed underground author Mark SaFranko’s darkly twisted story of two people’s descent into sex obsession and mutual destruction A gritty confessional tale Hating Olivia is sure to appeal to fans of Charles Bukowski John Fante and Huburt Selby Jr.

About the Author: Mark SaFranko

Mark SaFranko’s novels and stories have garnered rave reviews and a cult following mainly in Europe Hating Olivia was recently nominated for the Prix Littéraire Rive Gauche à Paris In he was named the first Author in International Residence at the University of Lorraine in Nancy France His paintings have been exhibited in Europe and he is also a musician He divides his time between the.

10 thoughts on “Hating Olivia

  1. Hosho Hosho says:

    Poetic and touching in such unexpected ways SaFranko's HATING OLIVIA breezes through the fires and fractures of that great white unknown a new love Having long been partial to the misanthropic artist vs the world blueprint before even cracking the cover this book was already working for me What surprised me was the effortless and entertaining prose the story winding and writhing around the hard scrabble daydreams and horrors I'd blow through pages at a furious clip always reluctant to close the book even when some damn thing needed doing And that is the first best and most compelling measure of a book do you want to keep reading? My answer without pause is Hell yes And when you think of your crazy exes and you will you'll thank SaFranko for reminding you that there were no easy reasons no explanations and nothing that mades any of whatever happened easier to understand that we're all as lost and doomed as the next when it comes to the mystery I'm already saving my pennies for GOD BLESS AMERICA My only uestion for SaFranko is what ever happened to the sapphire ring? Maybe it will appear in some future novel? which I of course will be buying

  2. Lei Kit Lei Kit says:

    Comparison is hell we all know that But when asked how he felt about his work being constantly compared to those of Charles Bukowski Mark Safranko the brilliant yet little known writer who wrote about this impossibly soul sucking love hate relationship between Max Zajack and Olivia Aphrodite said that such comparison is a misplaced compliment I don't think it could be better put Sure an author and hisher book have to be put somewhere once they get thrown onto the scene and my interest was certainly piued when Dan Fante said in the introduction that if I love Charles Bukowski's work I'll also love Mark Safranko's Hating Olivia So I kindled it up read the first paragraph and felt the walls trembledThe war was over I'd managed to avoid it but it didn't mean a thing Since that time Such clarity Such simplicity Such power There's a promise in those words that the writer wasn't gonna shit me not like many other writers So through days and nights through laughter and tears and laughter I devoured the book yes I tasted every word every sentence every turn of events and emotions chewed on them until they're officially mine before letting them slide down my throat When I finished the book I had a big belly full of sadness and hope ready to burst any moment Anyway my point is this comparison with Bukowski wasn't at all without merits they had both slogged through some real nasty shit and they both had the spunk and daring to write about it with the kind of grace and style that are rarely seen in other writers I guess this for Mark is where the “compliment” came from But again like Mark said such “compliment” is a “misplaced” one as Mark differed from Buk in some very fundamental ways Mark's right on the point when he said that Buk was a philosopher than a poet Having gulped down a good chunk of Buk's work poems short stories novels essays letters I started to see that there’s indeed a heightened almost otherworldly sense of What It Really Means To Be Living running through his writing if I have to vote for one person who’s closet to that shit called Truth I’d vote Charles Bukowski The beauty of him is that he’d seen through it all but didn’t care that he did He’s like a prophet who preferred sleeping in the gutter a bullshit detector who's living in and through and beyond pain all at the same time I could almost imagine him slow dancing in the fire screaming laughing AND watching himself doing these things from above feeling and recording and mocking his own hell simultaneously just for the hack of it Then he’d write it all down and showed us just how full of shit we all are but didn't care By contrast Mark as reflected by Max Zajack our main man in the novel Mark's alter ego is much relatable he’s no philosopher no prophet He hadn’t known it all yet He’s still trying to understand life just like the rest of us He’s living in and through his shit but was still struggling to rise above it and amount to something just like the rest of us That’s why he would find himself explaining things resorting to internal monologues and occasionally fancy words and sentence structures it's because he had to; he still cared He’s still trying to make sense of this crazy love turned sour for one Olivia Aphrodite a woman who’s every bit as crazy as she’s beautiful Yea this book is about love which by default could mean a lot of melodramatic doo doo A few over wrung scenes here a few false tear jerkers there and the book will be sitting alongside Twilights or Moonlights or Sunlights in the Romance Section But hey I don’t mean to take a jab at those books and their writers I’m just saying that love as a subject matter is extremely difficult to write about because love is an inside fart joke and we're always either too far from it to understand it or too close to it to judge it But mostly we're too far from it because we're really only close to the love that we are in touch with That's why there're mostly two types of love stories out there those that are real and nauseating and boring and those that are unreal and nauseating and boringSo here's what made this damned book so gut wrenchingly beautiful Mark managed to put us right into his shoes and make us experience the love exactly as he’d experienced it without making us yawn or flinch or vomit It's both sensical and magical that this story was written some 15 years after the events took place it's sensical because as Mark himself pointed out in the afterword it took him that much time to grow distant from what had happened so as to acuire that clear mind and heart necessary to look back on it with some clarity and hopefully a sense of humor; but at the same time it's magical how given such detachment and maturity and even wisdom as endowed by the lapse of time he could re simulate that psychological journey to such a painful extent by showing us all the sex and joy and boredom and struggle and suspicion and hatred and hope as he experienced them for the first time in their rawest and hottest and grittiest form Here on these pages nothing is censored or filtered nothing cool or post modern or fragmentary or devised There’s no ready made wisdom no subtle nods to the Greats just line after line of total honest emotion It’s as if the man didn’t just look back; he jumped right back in and lived it out once again just to show us exactly how it was to be lifted and trapped and tortured and tossed around by Love and Life how it wasn’t our call to decide in or out and how all we could do is ride along and be damned And imagine all this honesty served with a bittersweet layer of humor Alright I feel like I'm making it lame already Just read the damned book and be grateful for being literate

  3. Damion Damion says:

    Very remarkable book I guarantee you will not for this book Mark Safranko does a rare thing I believe with this book He wrote a realistic love story Nothing is romantic he put thes ugliness the up s and downs And all the terrible things lovers do each other When I read this book I was blown away and shocked it hadn't sold booksWhat a powerful novel

  4. Jim Pownall Jim Pownall says:

    An example of fine writing Told passionately and so much is covered in a novel under 300 pages Perfect if you like flawed charactersnarrators Loved it

  5. Caleb Ross Caleb Ross says:

    this review originally appeared at Outsider Writers CollectiveThe first page of Mark SaFranko’s Hating Olivia mentions the narrator’s possible suicidal tendencies which immediately associates this novel with so much self indulgent faux gutter dreck that has come before So considering that Hating Olivia not only dodges those preconceptions but instills its susceptible characters with a well crafted sense of empathy makes overcoming that initial hump all the impressiveHating Olivia presents a situation we’ve read many times before that of the struggling writer eschewing traditional employment on the romantic ideal that he will sustain himself mentally than financially by way of his prose Sharing Max Zajack’s dream is his live in on off girlfriend Olivia Aphrodite who he lovely calls Livy It becomes uickly apparent that the couple is in love with the idea of writing than the act Months pass without a single scribbled sentence and ultimately the couple resort to what they consider the worst of all outcomes they get jobsPerhaps best appreciated by a writer rather than the casual reader SaFranko’s story propels along with Zajack’s various writerly phases from the finding of his voice page 20 to the unexpected epiphany pg 129 throughout mentioning re paying homage to writers who have come before him“So like Bukowski entering the US Postal service or Melville at the customs house or Kafka and his nameless insurance company I reported like an automaton to the front desk to be inducted into the ranks of corporate America” pg 76Of particular note is the way SaFranko periodically embodies Henry Miller particularly his Tropic of Cancer“I’d had a few women in my life but I was to learn something new about sex from Olivia Aphrodite her true middle name We were to take the plunge together into the subsoil of raw concupiscence from which both ecstasy and madness spring and forgo the dusty worthless upper strata of passionless habit and duty that most humans know I would come to live for fucking Livy For the first time I knew what it was to truly bang a woman to ram like a batter to bury my body obliterate my self in the mysterious folds of a cunt Like a devoted master of the Kama Sutra I discovered the rude pleasure of enjoying the female in an infinite number of contortions to forge onward when there was no juice left to bludgeon myself into insensibility from the sheer act of fornication We would finish our sessions in a state of complete and utter exhaustion in a delirium really oblivious altogether to the outside world” pgs 25 26Hating Olivia wavers constantly on the verge of falling to a juvenile tale of romantic idealism and angst against the Corporate Machine but SaFranko navigates those cliffs beautifully always artfully rescuing and re establishing the book to its deeper emotional heart I know a book is good when I’ve reached the end to realize that I’ve written hardly any notes Hating Olivia escaped with barely a half page

  6. Brooke Bove Brooke Bove says:

    I could have easily hated this book It sets itself up for ridicule so easily The setting is cliché Reading the synopsis of the book elicits a groan and an eye roll I think that the publisher could work on their marketing and jacket description some But in the end the look at a passionate failed relationship is simple good and the characters are not completely flat Max as the paragraph on the back of the book tells us is in a rut He lives in a cockroach infested boarding house and works a manual labor job But he has dreams and he has talent and genius He just doesn’t ever get around to exhibiting them The world is against him and on than one occasion he considers ending it all Then he meets Olivia and his life gets worse There isn’t really a trite or less interesting premise for a book than this However the book was free and there’s a chance books could come my way so I took the plunge Fifty pages in I was hooked Which is weird because nothing ever happens in this book It’s full of philosophy and dream like descriptions which is stuff I normally hate The writing is good if occasionally pretentious – it flows well and for the most part it did not distract me from the story There is a lot of discussion of why things happen and almost no plot Four years these two live together and nothing happens except craziness Olivia can be sexy and fun but she has a dark side She’s mean she’s manipulative and after the first fight each successive fight is the same They’re on a downward spiral from almost the first week Eventually and inevitably things boil over and the ending you thought would happen happensBut I was strangely drawn to Max I liked Max I’m guilty myself of having dreams about writing or acting or traveling I never follow through on these Writing sporadic blog entries about what I read doesn’t count as writing – it counts as vanity I am guilty of wallowing in pity – my life isn’t exactly how I dreamed it would be I’m 33 years old and I have not really accomplished much – not compared to former dreams I have some career prospects and I’m almost done with law school so I’m way ahead of Max in that area I don’t wish to imply that I’m unhappy with my life – only that it took a different direction than originally planned There’s a scene where Max finishes writing a novel He leaned back in his chair and exhaled with a calming and uiet sense of accomplishment Maybe something big would happen with it Maybe nothing would happen The point was that he finished something He created something He was no longer just talk and dreams That was the moment that I really began to like Max I was happy for him and for the first time I was rooting for him This is not a love story as the title tells me it should be There is no plot to speak of and there is no real resolution It’s not even an evaluation of a failed relationship For me this book is about contentment and accomplishment in spite of life’s craziness Max is going to be ok Little things mean a lot and the big things – even passionate all consuming love – end up meaning nothing

  7. Joseph Ridgwell Joseph Ridgwell says:

    One of the best books to come out of the new wave of american fiction top drawer

  8. Jayme Jayme says:

    At the end I hated Olivia too And her whiny boyfriend protagonist

  9. Jim Ament Jim Ament says:

    Every book I read these days is an opportunity for me to evaluate writing styles And when I think back on all the crime thrillers suspense novels and noir fiction that I’ve enjoyed over the years it’s the punchy dialog the brevity of words and “the short declarative sentences” as in reference to Hemingway that I liked This was often coupled with poetic prose that gave these books a contrasting feel—where one can get a sense of the author’s soulI’ve only recently been introduced to authors John Fante and Charles Bukowski and although their subjects are depressing they’re style is somewhat similar It’s unfair to say that Mark SaFranko’s Hating Olivia is exactly like them but as Dan Fante son of John Fante said in the introduction “Hating Olivia is fresh meat a gift tied together with a bloodstained bow”There’s another thing Mr SaFanko has written a “hundred short stories fifty of them already in print A box full of poetry and essays And ten complete novels eight of them yet to hit the bookshelves A dozen plays some produced in New York and others staged in Ireland SaFranko writes songs too a hundred and fifty so far” So unpublished old guy that I am I’m intimidated before I’ve finished the introductionOne gets the sense of where the book is going early on It’s written in the first person where the protagonist mostly tells the truth about himself Max is a flawed character He drinks and smokes too much uits jobs because he’s bored or somebody pissed him off; debt and hitting the bars when he has a little cash is a way of life He wants to be a writer but he doesn’t write He is obsessed with beautiful women at least having sex with them About one he said “Like a beggar who covets the palace of the kingdom I wanted what I couldn’t have” Self analyzing his general state of affairs he says “When I contemplated what a man had to endure in order to get along in this world it turned my stomach Nevertheless an undefined guilt dogged me Why was it I detested all things conventional and bourgeois? My head was in the clouds for sure Or up my ass as my blue collar old man liked to sayWorst of allI never listened to anybody”Note the style and the tone here After visiting an astrologer who wanted his phone number so she could follow up on getting paid he writes “I wrote it down She saw me to the door The street was as uiet as a morgue As lots of people said Brooklyn was a place for nonbelievers And as someone else wrote it was only known by the dead”Max meets Olivia in a bar “We were to take the plunge together into the subsoil of raw concupiscence from which both ecstasy and madness spring and forgo the dusty worthless upper strata of passionless habit and duty that most humans know I would come to live for fucking Livy” The reader knows that this love story is not going to go well The title alone tells you thatHe moves in with her He’s not even sure who she really is but he’s stuck “I had the growing sensation of being caught like a fish swimming blindly into a seine” Olivia spends money they don’t have Max see a shrink and self talks “And what did I have to feel lousy about after all Wasn’t I merely the victim of my own laziness my own ability to cope with the world as it was? And whose fault was that? Nobody ever asked me to think of myself as an “artist” nobody had forced me at gunpoint into a ditch of debt I was young I was healthy I could work Most of my life lay before me—maybeAnd too I had Olivia”They have to get work because they can’t pay their bills Max joins the corporate world and offers some interesting insights into its bureaucratic absurdities Since I came from that world I could argue that it isn’t as bad as described everywhere but I've been places where it is Max thinks about suffering and misery He can’t take it He uits Max and Olivia fight—slammed doors vile oaths screaming an yelling pots and dishes are thrown Still they go to bed and screw The author writes some beautiful prose through this and speaks of the sheer misery of her god awful beautyThey’re headed for another collapse of their finances They talk of doom We’re than halfway through the book and I’m not going to spoil it with further descriptions It’s not so much a happy or terrible ending as a reconciled one The path to the end is very much worth reading You get the sense—you hope—that in spite of the obsession with Olivia the poor choices the degradation Max is going to be okay Yes Hating Olivia is uite good It grabs you I poured through the book but had to stop every once in a while to savor how the author put together a thought or an act The writing is crisp and well organized I enjoyed the book immensely because SaFranko told the story so wellWhen I read a book like this I wonder if I could write like the author—a sign of admiration it there ever was one I didn’t live the kind of life depicted but could I write it? Writers of crime thrillers never killed anybody most anyway but they know how to put a good deal of murder and mayhem on paper—for example one of my favorites El Leonard Author Zadie Smith wrote “You can either write good sentences or you can’t There is no ‘writer’s lifestyle’ All that matters is what you leave on the page” My as yet unpublished novel isn’t like Mr SaFranko’s book It’s mainstream But I think I’ll start with a short story—see where it goes

  10. Melissa Lee-Tammeus Melissa Lee-Tammeus says:

    Disturbing tale of a love gone bad very bad It becomes blantanly clear early on that this story of two people Livy and Max are codependent on one another and it's not going to turn out well But it also reminds us that some of those relationships we have had in our own past had red flags all over them too but we paid no heed Falling down the rabbit hole and realizing you need to get out but having no will means or confidence to do so rings true with many and that is what this book is all about Written from a male point of view of a tormented artist we see not just the struggle of love but the struggle to make or break it in society and whether we really truly want to or not It took me a bit of time to get into the book but once I sunk my teeth in I was hooked Just like poor Max was with Olivia

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