Tag: william s. burroughs
Yesterday, I read Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs. It has been on my list of books to read since Dr. Ledman’s US History class junior year of high school when Phil correctly answered one of his father’s ridiculous extra credit questions. They never had anything to do with US history per se and were always concerned with either the beat generation or Pink Floyd. Well, now I listen to Pink Floyd and have pretty much exhausted the beat authors so US History wasn’t a waste. Oh yeah, President Taft was one fat mofo, I remember that as well.
Anyway, Naked Lunch was not as good as I had hoped. It was, for the most part, pure hallucinatory description rife with explicit homoerotic imagery. There were moments of striking satire, but the constant indwelling philosophy on addiction took its toll. A few posts ago, I bitched about overly clever description that fulfills no purpose. I’ve just read a whole book full of it.
It also seems that I am beginning a new unit in my summer reading entitled DRUGS. The next book I am starting today is Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. I know Huxley was an addict, and all I know about Brave New World is that it is a dystopia either along the same lines as 1984 or it has something to do with cloning or perhaps the travails of an addicted society. hellifiknow.