Naked Lunch
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It's a well-known fact that William S. Burroughs wrote Naked Lunch whilst he was still under the influence of what he termed "the sickness". In other words, he was doped up on whatever drug that he could get his hands on. He couldn't even remember writing most of the book when he had finished. Apparently it was Kerouac and Ginsberg, friends of his, that persuaded him to try to have it published. But, whether or not you agree with this decision, and I assure you that you will have an opinion by the end of the book; it is very hard to deny that Naked Lunch is a beautifully wrought piece of literature.
Naked Lunch has no real discernable plot, being the culmination of Burroughs's time spent in a poor section of Tangiers binging on drugs and sex. For some reason, Burroughs began writing down his hallucinations and delusions whenever he was in withdrawal. Visions of insect people, violent sex, and human junk hounds with no eyes who can sniff out other junkies and are given a fix instead of a treat, and that's just the beginning. This book is an insight into the condition of a junkie...