I ragazzi selvaggi. Un libro dei morti

Anybody that "likes" William S. Burroughs only says that because they want to sound like they can comprehend what in the hell he's talking about when NO ONE actually can. Or they just saw the Naked Lunch movie and thought that talking beetle type-writers are cool.

I learned that reading Burroughs on the bus makes me feel incredibly filthy and awkward from this book. It could be all the allusions to the smell of rectal mucus, or maybe I'm just weird.

I was relatively innocent when I read The Wild Boys and it gave me nightmares. The staccato, choppy plot is too disjointed to ever really allow anything to come to a close so the images tend to remain in some vestibule of the brain and come spilling out at night when your poor consciousness tries to Leggi tutto

Oh Billy boy, what a merry dance you lead. It's ages since I last read any Burroughs, and even longer since I last read any Burroughs for the first time. It may seem odd that I hadn't read this before – it's one of his most celebrated, after all – but Cities Of The Red Night is such sublime perfecti Leggi tutto