
I have never tried smack and I've certainly never been a junkie so I can't say with much authority whether William S. Burroughs'
Junky (sometimes
Junkie and originally published under the pseudonym William Lee as
Junkie: Confessions of an Unredeemed Drug Addict) is an accurate representation of the life of an on-again-off-again heroin addict. I can, however, say, it's fascinating stuff and not just in a car-crash-curiosity sort of a way. Burroughs, apparently, was a friend of Jack Kerouac's but while Truman Capote might have had a leg to stand on when he claimed the latter's
On the Road was typing, rather than writing, I don't think he could do the same with
Junky.To read the full review see the
CNG Lending Library site.
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