Let’s set the scene: it’s 1959, and a strange, jagged book called Naked Lunch is carving up the American literary landscape like a junk-sick surgeon. The author? William S. Burroughs—a man who never fit the mould, and…
Let’s set the scene: it’s 1959, and a strange, jagged book called Naked Lunch is carving up the American literary landscape like a junk-sick surgeon. The author? William S. Burroughs—a man who never fit the mould, and…