The prose are strikingly real and honest. Occasionally there will be a beautiful turn of phrase for a paragraph, descriptions of New Orleans and other places and people are fantastic, in other places it's just depressingly realistic. It wasn't trippy, it didn't really focus on any hallucinations or highs. Just the physical need and a bit of psychology.
I started reading this at work. We have the first edition, published back to back with "The Narcotic Agent". It's quite charming as there's lots of editor's notes that contradict Burrough's opinions on drugs in a very moralising way. The 2nd half of this book I read as the 1973 penguin edition from the library. I don't think I've seen such a battered penguin before. Pages torn in half, the cover crumpled with tears all along the edge. It was perfect.
While I enjoyed this I think it'll be awhile before I read any more Burroughs....Continua
Told from a matter of fact point of view, this unapologetic memoir is concise and lean (154 pages) and clearly spoke. It details Burroughs ambling eventful life through his minor scrapes with the law and his several addictions to Heroin.
Throughout the novel Burroughs appears to do well for himself - whether or not this is subconscious wishful thinking or careful retroactive optimism its not clear, but those around Burroughs gradually collapse and fall away - the only constant in his life the drug his body craves.
Its interesting and a provocative read because unlike Trainspotting its true, but sometimes true life doesn't quite capture the imagination like fiction....Continua