A review by kgbarreto
The Wild Boys: A Book of the Dead by William S. Burroughs

2.0

The first two chapters were kind of how I expected the whole book to be like — kinectic like a film montage, su(pe)rreal, full of interesting and odd characters, fast paced and with a distinct prose. But then it all derailed pretty fast. The randomness became unbearable at a point, the cut-up technique did more harm than good. I was sick of reading "rectal mucus", "Bowie knife", "phallus", and so on. In the middle section of the book there were at least a hundred subsequent sex scenes and while it holded my attention, it was like Burroughs was trying too hard while not trying at all. Junky being the only other book of his that I have read – and enjoyed – I expected more from The Wild Boys. Meh.