
I think raw may be the proper word to catalogue this book, there is not much room for poetry or beautiful descriptions, yet it is rich in terms of language and stile.
It shows you a character that fights and realises what junk is doing to him, but he just cannot stop it, all the attempts fail.
This character reminds me so much of Alexei Ivanovich in Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s the gambler , when I thought "...come on man… you are ruined you cannot make it again...!", but he manages to hole himself up in his vice.
In the same way Bill Lee is totally hooked but tries –sometimes timidly- to get off junk, and when things seem to be all right, fatality shows up.
A really, really good book. Also, browsing for some images to sex up this post I found a very interesting catalogue on Burroughs covers over the years as well as in various languages.

This character reminds me so much of Alexei Ivanovich in Fyodor Dostoyevsky’s the gambler , when I thought "...come on man… you are ruined you cannot make it again...!", but he manages to hole himself up in his vice.
In the same way Bill Lee is totally hooked but tries –sometimes timidly- to get off junk, and when things seem to be all right, fatality shows up.
A really, really good book. Also, browsing for some images to sex up this post I found a very interesting catalogue on Burroughs covers over the years as well as in various languages.
The image above on the right hand side corresponds
to the cover of the version I was reading. (Penguin).
to the cover of the version I was reading. (Penguin).
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