Gentle reader, we see god through our assholes in the flash bulb of orgasm.
The Word is divided into units which be all in one piece and should be so taken, but the pieces can be had in any order being tied up back and forth, in and out, fore and aft like an innaresting sex arrangement. This book spill off the page in all directions, Kaleidoscope of vistas, medley of tunes and street noises, farts and riot yipes and the slamming steel shutters of commerce, copulating cats and outraged squawk of the displaced bull head, prophetic mutterings of brujo in nutmeg trances, snapping necks and screaming mandrakes, sigh of orgasm, heroin silent as dawn in the thirsty cells, Radio Cairo screaming like a beserk tobacco auction, and flutes of Ramadan fanning the sick junky like a gentle lush worker in the grey subway dawn feeling with delicate fingers for thegreen folding crackle ...
|About the Author
Naked Lunch was not only a major work of the Beat Movement, up there with Kerouac's On the Road, but its inclusion of sf elements typified the blurring of literary borders which was opening up science fiction into "speculative fiction".
This continuance of blurred borders marks the contemporary work not only of Delany and Disch, but also of Kathy Acker, Thomas Pynchon and David Foster Wallace. Little justification remains to classify the texts of one of these authors as "fiction" and another's as "science fiction"other than the marketing approaches which publishers adopt to sell the books to the target audiences they have identified.