Speaking of Mr. Burroughs… Most people reach for Junkie or Naked Lunch when asked for their favourite Burroughs’ book. (Perhaps these are the only Burroughs’ books they’ve read, or even heard of!) I favour the Red Night trilogy, especially the concluding tome, The Western Lands. Despite, or because of (I don’t know which) the influence of Norman Mailer’s Ancient Evenings, this is a singular work by a singular man with a singular vision, which I regard as a late masterpiece. The Old Writer tries to write his way out of Death. It is a blueprint for immortality.
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