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What can I possibly say?

There's going to be a certain kind of person, one whose mind is unquestionably open to the possibilities of avant garde prose, who are going to praise this as a work of genius. There are others, more like myself, who will see that is barely a step above badly-written homosexual erotica and see little redemptive literary value.

Maybe I just don't "get" Burroughs, but in my experience, you never had to "get" the truly great writers, so I can't concede to his apparent genius.

I can't offer any review because, frankly, I have no idea what happened and the scenes that do stick out in my mind are things I wouldn't want to list here.

Burroughs strikes me as the Joyce of our generation, and you should proceed, similarly, with caution.

As much as I hate to say a book was completely horrible, this book was quite wretched.

According to Wikipedia, Burroughs apparently uses some cut-up and fold-in technique, but really, it just seems to result in something completely unreadable that makes no sense, rather than innovative and enlightening.

I guess if you study this book long enough, some decent findings could come from the book. It had snippets of a decent story here and there. But for me, the ideas were just so random - not just ideas - but sentences and words so random - that it really seemed to be a mess of writing. I don't see how anyone could enjoy this book without having it explained to them from someone who really knew Burroughs's intent.

I really like a lot of Burroughs's spoken word, but his written word leaves me quite disappointed. ( )