A review by irishdrew83
Junky by William S. Burroughs

4.0

A dark, seedy world shown on a flickering, faded, black and white film strip. Real and raw. Real life. Raw emotion. In a sense emotionless, but not devoid of feeling. Depression. Pain. Sickness. Not a disease anyone can catch. Known to a select chosen few, self-inflicted and not contagious. A disease of society, but contracted by a certain sect. William S. Burroughs explores the disease and those suffering from it as only he can. His first novel, 1953’s Junky, presents a semi-autobiographical account of junk, junkies, and addiction gained from his own personal experiences...

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