Yeah. Well. Did I mention I haven't done enough drugs to catch all the endless references in this book?
I don't have much to say so far, thirty-something pages in. Except, at the risk of blaspheming all that is beatnik and holy and good, my initial reaction is a very Catcher-in-the-Rye-like "What's the big deal?"
The great thing about the above paragraph is that the only thing I could say here to offend more people than saying this "amazing vision" Naked Lunch is not all that great is reiterating my belief that J.D. Salinger just doesn't do it for me like he did it for previous generations. Oh, well. Onward!
"Did you do too many drugs
I did too many drugs
Did you do too many drugs, too
You were born too late
I was born too soon
But every time I look at that ugly moon
It reminds me of you..."
-- violent femmes, 'american music'