William S. Burroughs - WikipediaSome early reviewers spluttered in horror. The same year, Big Table , a Chicago literary magazine, printed an excerpt, and was barred from the mails by the U. Postal Service. Fears of suppression delayed a stateside publication of the book until , when Grove Press brought out an expanded and revised edition. Or a nine-lived cat.
WS Burroughs on "marijuana habits." (1953)
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E ntitled Junkie: Confessions of an Unredeemed Drug Addict and authored pseudonymously by "William Lee" Burroughs' mother's maiden name — he didn't look too far for a nom de plume , the Ace original retailed for 35 cents, and as a "Double Book" was bound back-to-back with Narcotic Agent by Maurice Helbrant. The two-books-in-one format was not uncommon in s America, but besides the obvious similarity in subject matter, AA Wyn, Burroughs' publisher, felt that he had to balance such an unapologetic account of drug addiction with an abridgement of the memoirs of a Federal Bureau of Narcotics agent, which originally appeared in Since, in the hysterical, anti-drug culture of postwar America, potential censure could easily induce self-censorship, it's remarkable that Junky as it was published under his own name found a publisher at all. Both Junkie and Narcotic Agent have covers of beautiful garishness, featuring s damsels in distress. This cover illustration is, in fact, just that: an illustration of a scene described by Burroughs in the book. I was cooking up a shot two days after I'd connected with Old Ike. My wife grabbed the spoon and threw the junk on the floor.
By Duncan White. William S Burroughs : occult guru; drug-soaked crank; literary genius; dystopian visionary; violent psychopath. No writer of the post-war period has been so thoroughly mythologised. He cut off his own finger, he shot his wife and he took every drug he could find. Skin stretched over his skull, hair side-parted, stiff-postured in his three-piece suit, his unsettling intensity hums in every photographic portrait.