Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs

by Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot on August 8, 2009

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Opening line:
“I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train…Young, good looking , crew cut Ivy League advertising exec type fruit holds the door back for me.”


Mr. Derwood Hunsdale-Talbot’s comments:

The Naked Lunch opening reminds me of nothing so much as the introductory scenes from the popular television program, The Mary Tyler Moore Show. Who can turn the world on with his smile? Certainly the ebullient Mr. Burroughs on this sunny day in this brightest of all cities. We feel his warm affection for Village street vendors hawking some ethnic tchotchkes (devil doll stool pigeons, doubtless embossed with “I ((heart)) NY”), and they reciprocate by literally “crooning” over his fishing lures. (We’re told he’s headed “uptown” –perhaps to try his luck in the crystalline eddies of the Harlem River?) With the glee of an excited child, he skips and jumps toward his train. Finally, we’re shown how his cheery mien is met with the earnest courtesy typical of Gotham’s always “good looking” inhabitants. I don’t get the “fruit” reference though.

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Mocking Otter September 14, 2009 at 6:29 pm

Tragically, Burroughs killed his wife in a gun accident. He was firing the weapon in a perfectly dark room. Probably looking for the remote control.

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