Missing Burroughs
In the London Review of Books, there is a review of the new Barry Miles biography of William Burroughs by Gary Indiana. I would love to think that is his real name and believe Burroughs would also appreciate it. Home of The Music Man! Anyway... Indiana opines that Burroughs "lived in the future from an early age" and so anticipated the "staccato, associative patterns produced by the internet,TV channel flipping and 'screen reality'; considered unreadable when they were published, the trilogy books can be followed today almost as effortlessly as a novel by Hemingway." The fact we can now read Burroughs says something profound about our cultural moment. Again, Indiana: "The radically anti-authoritarian, left-libertarian notions he espoused probably look like irresponsible nihilism to many of those ensconsed at their computer screens during most of their waking life, or bedazzled by mobiles and ubiquitous electronic signage ina society overloaded with information yet drained of authentic experience. It now seems almost logical that the insight Burroughs offers into the brain-scrambling technical synaesthesia spreading everywhere would be exactly what brands him a crackpot..." The logic he found so grotesque is now normalized, Exterminators run rampant, and we cannot even mock the practitioners anymore, now that irony has vaporized. I am reminded of another lost, drug-addled hero who foresaw ( and foretold) the future: Hunter S Thompson. He too had a prescient relationship with guns and would have had a thing or two to say about the primary season.
