‘Not a novel but a booty brought back from nightmare, a coldly implacable look at the dark side of our nature.’ New York Times
‘A roller-coaster ride through hell, a safari to the strangest people of the strangest planet – ourselves…sit back and gorge yourself on this feast of a novel.’ J. G. Ballard
‘A delirious exploration of sexual violence through the art of collage.’ Time Out
‘Prophesied with unerring accuracy the hideous modes that human behaviour would assume in the post-apocalyptic second half of the twentieth century. “Naked Lunch” is essential reading for anyone who maintains any illusions about anything.’ Will Self
Praise for William Burroughs:
'Burroughs is the greatest satirical writer since Jonathan Swift.' Jack Kerouac
'Burroughs' voice is hard, derisive, inventive, free, funny, serious, poetic, indelibly American, a voice in which one hears transistor radios and old movies and all the clichés and all the cons and all the newspapers, all the peculiar optimism, all the failure.' Joan Didion
'The only American novelist who may conceivably be possessed by genius.' Norman Mailer
'In the English language, William Burroughs is the greatest writer alive. His imagination has tackled head-on the post-war world, with its huge bureaucracies and sinister complexes. He has a paranoid vision, but as he himself said: the psychotic is someone who knows what's really going on.' J. G. Ballard, Sunday Times
‘William Burroughs broadened people’s conception of what makes humanity. In that way, he really was an American hero, a hero writer, and also just a great man.’ Lou Reed
From the Back Cover
"Not a novel but a booty bought back from a nightmare, a coldly implacable look at the dark side of our nature."
NEW YORK TIMES
'Look down at my filthy trousers, haven't been changed in months… The days glide by strung on a syringe with a long thread of blood.. I am forgetting sex and all the sharp pleasures of the body – a grey, junk-bound ghost. The Spanish boys call me El Hombre Invisible – The Invisible Man…'
"A roller-coaster ride through hell, a safari to the strangest people of the strangest planet, ourselves… After the anaemic fare of contemporary fiction, sit back and gorge yourself on this feast of a novel."
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