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| Junky by William S. Burroughs |
I have a penchant major infatuation for books that portray a shit load of "sex, drugs & rock 'n' roll", it's like my dirty little not-so-secret. But what can I say, I like to live my wildest dreams through 60's musicians.
So naturally upon picking up... Ok, ok stealing, a copy of "Junky" from my beau's bookshelf, I thought I would fall in love instantly. I mean, the clue's in the title. But oh baby was I left disappointed. Yes there was LOTS of detailed accounts of what it's like to take the baddest of the bad, and yes he is one of the greatest artists of our time, but for me it was definitely missing that "holy fuck how are they still alive!" factor. And that is what I look for in a book.
Yes it was interesting, yes it is still very relevant today. But I'd rather re-read the story of the Zeppelin "red snapper" incident any day.
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