*Partial spoilers ahead*

Frustrating. After years of blah, increasingly half-hearted experimental novels and a relatively short (though brutal) period of writer's block, Burroughs almost staged a comeback with Cities of the Red Night. Almost, but not quite. The first half of the book is the most ambitious thing he ever wrote, and the array of characters and situations is very impressive; it's obvious that he was taking greater pains with the material, and found it interesting and engaging. There's a story here, and you actually want to turn the page and find out what happens next. (This is extremely rare in WSB's oeuvre; he was by nature a writer, yet not a natural storyteller.)

So why did Burroughs allow this extraordinarily promising beginning to go to hell in the book's second half? Why did he abandon the various threads of the plot to churn out 160-odd pages of dreary, Naked Lunch-style routines? (You know the stuff I mean: young red-haired boy bends over and farts righteous green flame, setting fire to a bunch of screaming Southern bigots as Doc Benway looks on and mutters, "Most interesting case indeed," etc. This goes on for page after page after page, almost as if Burroughs intended to confound the reader's expectations.) Did he find himself unable to write a coherent ending? Was he only trying to give his audience the obscenity-by-numbers that he thought they demanded? Your guess is as good as mine, but the unfulfilled potential of Cities drives me crazy. I do feel that it's worth reading for the excellent first half; just enter into it with the understanding that the whole thing collapses rather abruptly and never recovers.

Burroughs was mixing with a dark, dangerous crowd during the years that this novel was being written, and the influence of the Magickal Childe scene is evident in the subplot involving New York private eye Clem Snide and the supernatural forces he encounters while investigating a cult murder case. If memory serves, the macabre death of the Jerry Green character was based on a real-life incident briefly described in a book by English travel writer Bruce Chatwin, and which actually did occur on the Greek island of Spetses or Spetsai. That island was the setting for John Fowles's critically acclaimed The Magus, to which Burroughs makes direct reference in Cities of the Red Night. It's interesting to note that horror novelist Peter Straub, who likewise appears to have rubbed elbows with some frightening folk during this same period, based his bestselling Shadowland (published the year before Cities) on the Fowles novel. ( )

I’d greatly appreciate it if somebody could give me even a bloody rough idea of what the hell I’ve just read. ( )

I’d greatly appreciate it if somebody could give me even a bloody rough idea of what the hell I’ve just read. ( )

Just when a feller might've thought Burroughs didn't have it in him anymore, he comes out w/ a western trilogy that's refreshing by virtue of its less radical style & more substantial narative linearity. This is maybe the closest to Pynchon Burroughs ever came. Never underestimate the man. May I be as sharp as this as I rot. ( )

Never having read the renowned William Burroughs lo these many years, I was eagerly anticipating "Cities of the Red Night". Yet, I found myself initially confused and then disappointed. The work was doing nothing for me. My best guess is that the work hasn't aged well. What had shock value (sexually explicit content and drug use) in 1980, in 2022 seemed somewhat banal and pointless. The plot, while interesting, also seemed to lack relevance. My alternate interpretation for my disappointment was that I just had no appreciation for his genius. Perhaps he was a genius for his time. ( )