Nope, I only know his classic 'Junky'.
I've never read the other one but now I think I might have to Xd
I have loads of his books, I had a PDF of the rare "The book of breeething" which I sadly lost but the PDF of that book doesn't do it justice sadly.
I highly suggest you read The Red Night Trilogy, those 3 books are amazing & are like Naked Lunch but aren't as "random" as Nude Supper is.
I admit when I first read Naked Lunch it took me over a decade to "get it2 as I had only read Junkie before & I felt Naked lunch was a pile of shit, after reading loads more of his work I went back to it & now I love it.
I also highly suggest you check out a book called "You Can't Win" by Jack Black, it was Burroughs favourite book & is a autobiography by a old Hobo & member of The Johnson Family, it's set at the turn of the 1900's & is the life of a Hobo, Safe cracker, Opium addict & honestly is a book I'd go back into a burning building to rescue, I cannot big this book up enough, it stays with you so much & burns itself into your memory, if you buy it & don't like it I will give you the cash back personally.
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“I was wrong. I knew I was wrong, and yet I persisted. If that is possible of any explanation it is this: From the day I left my father my lines had been cast, or I cast them myself, among crooked people. I had not spent one hour in the company of an honest person. I had lived in an atmosphere of larceny, theft, crime. I thought in terms of theft. Houses were built to be burglarized, citizens were to be robbed, police to be avoided and hated, stool pigeons to be chastised, and thieves to be cultivated and protected. That was my code; the code of my companions. That was the atmosphere I breathed. 'If you live with wolves, you will learn to howl.”
“There was a legend on the road that the Mormon Tabernacle in Salt Lake City was a veritable storehouse of gold, silver, and precious stones and it was this that lured Smiler back to that city. At that time a high adobe wall surrounded the block on which stood the Tabernacle and the then unfinished Mormon Temple. We looked it over for several days and nights but could get nothing tangible to work on. Sunday we attended services and the plate was to be seen, silver and gold; more than we could carry away if we got it. At last we decided to go over the wall and give the place a good reconnaissance. If it looked feasible we could get a couple of other idle burglars and give it a thorough looting. On top of the wall we pulled up our light ladder and placed it inside. Smiler went down first. I barely had my feet off the ladder when a dozen men rose up out of the shrubbery armed with shotguns, and surrounded us. We stood still by the wall. One of them spoke, sternly, evenly: “Go back over that wall.” Little we knew the Mormons. We went up the ladder, pulled it up, and went down and away. When Smiler’s good humor returned he held up his hand. “Kid, I’ll never try to rob another Mormon. I’ll go to work first.”
You may know the term "Johnson Family" from Burroughs work ,it was from the Jack Black book he took the name from & in Honour of Mr Black AKA Blackie.
"The “Johnson family” became so numerous that a “convention” must be held. In any well-ordered convention all persons of suspicious or doubtful intentions are thrown out at the start. When a bums’ “convention” is to be held, the jungle is first cleared of all outsiders such as “gay cats,” “dingbats,” “whangs,” “bindle stiffs,” “jungle buzzards,” and “scissors bills.” Conventions are not so popular in these droughty days. Formerly kegs of beer were rolled into the jungle and the “punks,” young bums, were sent for “mickies,” bottles of alcohol. “Mulligans” of chicken or beef were put to cooking on big fires. There was a general boiling up of clothes and there was shaving and sometimes haircutting.”
“An old chinaman - he must have been sixty - shuffled by me hastily with a hop layout and spread it out in a nearby bunk. He was shaking with the yen-yen, the hop habit. His withered, claw-like hands trembled as he feverishly rolled the first pill, a large one. His burning eyes devoured it. Half-cooked, he stuck the pill in its place, and turning his pipe to the lamp, greedily sucked the smoke into his lungs. Now, with a long grateful exhalation, the smoke is discharged. The cramped limbs relax and straighten out. The smoker heaves a sigh of satisfaction, and the hands, no longer shaking, turn with surer touch to another pill. This is smaller, rolled and shaped with more care, better cooked and inhaled with a long, slaw draw. Each succeeding pill is smaller, more carefully browned over the lamp and smoked with increasing pleasure.”
One more thing, I love this track in Honour of Blackie, the book changes a persons life & the Interweb is full of songs, art etc in Honour & Respect for the book. It's a Cult classic.
It's also done as an audio book online, this is a link to it if you wanna rip it into MP3 & play it as you chill at home smoking gear etc. Jack got himself fucked up on Opium. He used to smoke in The Chinese part of California, the culture & life he writes about with the Jungles, the hobo's "thrashing out the dan" as they called it when they would make Nitroglycerine from sticks of TNT to break into the safe boxes & take the Gold & Diamonds. I'm NOT joking here btw, they would get totally drunk on white booze then break down sticks of TNT, how someone didn't blow the whole camp up is beyond me. The life he writes about is so removed from the life of today, this book sticks in the mind forever, it's amazing.
You know how some books stay with you forever, this is one of 'em.
Audio version if you wanna rip it to MP3 & play it on the way to work etc, if you ever listen to me once in your life it is to check this out.
2 years ago
Such an underrated book. A classic! So influential, so timeless in spite of being a period piece! My favorite book ever tbh.
2 years ago
One of the most underrated books of all time.