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Title:Naked Lunch
Author:William S. Burroughs
Book Format:Paperback
Book Edition:First Edition
Pages:Pages: 289 pages
Published:January 26th 2004 by Grove Press (first published 1959)
Categories:Fiction. Classics. Literature. Novels
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The book is structured as a series of loosely connected vignettes. Burroughs stated that the chapters are intended to be read in any order. The reader follows the narration of junkie William Lee, who takes on various aliases, from the U.S. to Mexico, eventually to Tangier and the dreamlike Interzone.

The vignettes are drawn from Burroughs' own experiences in these places and his addiction to drugs (heroin, morphine, and while in Tangier, majoun [a strong hashish confection] as well as a German opioid, brand name Eukodol, of which he wrote frequently).

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Original Title: The Naked Lunch
ISBN: 0802140181 (ISBN13: 9780802140180)
Edition Language: English


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This novel is the literary equivalent to Jackson Pollock's drip paintings: Cut-up in a myriad of individual pieces that were then re-assembled in a more or less random manner, the story becomes liquid, and the panicked reader is adrift. You can certainly try to put everything Burroughs throws at you in a coherent order, but this author's aesthetic intentions will probably defeat you. Much like in the case of Pollock's drips of paint which create random patterns that seem to shift the longer you

Ugh. I'm sure this is very brilliant and all, but it's extremely unpleasant to read. Physically repulsive, it's enough to scare anyone away from heroin, and yet, in some ways, it glorifies the experience in a self-indulgent way. Mind you, the book has no plot, and is just one drug-induced hallucination after another. It gets pretty boring after a while. Even extreme disgust gets old after about 50 pages. You're so numb after a few pages that Burrough's attempts to get nastier and nastier and

This book is crap. Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg should have left it on the crusty, filth-laden floor of Burrough's apartment where they found it. If you want to read a book written by a guy on enough drugs to kill a stallion, please, by all means, subject your brain to hell. Otherwise, read "Junky," at least it has a plot. Sort of.

This book needs plenty of warnings on the front. Possibly drive you crazy and scar you for life. He goes to the edge and over full laden with drugs, profanity, sex, grossness and sadism. I think he has gone a bit too extreme, it seems that was his purpose to hit a nerve and cause revulsion in the reader.

This book is beautiful in a sick-grotesque-wild-hilarious-creative-mind-bending-outlandish-drug-filled-dirty-brave kind of way. If I could use one word to describe it, it would be bizarre; although hilarious and important could work, too. In Naked Lunch you are taken into the mind of William S. Burroughs -- a twisted, drug addicted man, who also happens to be genius. When considering its content, its no wonder Naked Lunch was banned and railed against when it was first released; its also no

Glenn Russell --- Speak to us straight about your Lunch thats bareTwisted, dirty and anything but fair.Your words like needles sticking in our veinsAs you write of dopefiends, coke bugs and dames. William S. Burroughs --- Rube, the word we use in this world is junkYoull hear straight without funny stuff or funk.Read the damn book; I have nothing more to addFor embellishing perfection has never been a fad.This is a one-of-a-kind novel. Couldn't help myself with the Alexander Pope-style heroic

Oh boy. One part of me wants to throw this novel away because some parts are written like a 15-year-old's first foray into erotic fanfiction while another part of me wants to hail this as a masterpiece of filth that would make John Waters sick. So I'm going to settle in the middle. There are some parts of this novel that made me go "what the actual fuck" but I like that. I like it when literally every boundary is pushed as far as it can go. The prose is nonsensical and disorientating which is