“He it is… He and no other who has reduced whole provinces of our fair land to a state bordering on the far side of idiocy… He it is who has filled great warehouses with row on row, tier on tier of helpless creatures who must have their every want attended… ‘The Drones’ he calls them with a cynical leer of pure educated evil…”
– Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs
As a reader I have two rules. One: always finish a book. And, two: always find one good thing to say about it.
Sometimes those rules are easier to tout than follow.
I have always tried to abide by these rules. To me not finishing a book is quitting. Even if I loath a book I will charge on. Oh, I may curse and spit while doing so but I will keep reading.
Why put myself through this? Well, it can somewhat be explained by my possessing an unhealthy balance of pride, stubbornness and stupidity. But, also, I make a commitment to the writer. I’ll follow their story, on their terms. I believe just because I may not enjoy a novel doesn’t mean I shouldn’t finish reading it.
Before I get further into it, I should tell you: I like the beat writers. Kerouac is cool. On the Road rules – though, I’ll never understand why he left that woman in the cotton fields. I like Ginsberg. Plutonian Ode is a great collection of poems. I want to say I like Burroughs too, but prior to this I had never read anything by him.
With all that in mind, I purchased Naked Lunch years ago. It was on sale at a used bookstore. I was attracted by the yellow cover, sideways title, and the lure of it being a previously banned book (much in the same way
that people are drawn to Tropic of Cancer, by Henry Miller).
For those who don’t know, the story line is roughly: a drug addict travels from New York to Tangiers, and then into a nightmarish, fantasy, world called Interzone.
After finishing the book in a little over a week, I can safely say I cursed those rules. I hated them so much; I had half an idea to shave them into the side of a dog, preferably a chocolate coloured Labrador retriever, then push it down the stairs.*
But, I didn’t.
I charged on. I put the dog idea to the side, for later, and kept reading.
I am happy I read it, but I’m even happier to be done with it. There were moments I liked, and even a few pages I “dog eared”, to reread for later. Still, overall, it’s a tough read. The writing style is highly experimental: the narrative is non-linear; the tone and voice changes constantly; the main character takes on many different aliases; and the flipping between fantasy and reality is confusing.
Despite it being confusing and hard to follow I stuck to my first rule, just barely, and finished the book. As for the second rule, I will start by saying this: I love the serendipity of reading. Quite a few times in my life my outside world has matched up with what I’m reading.
In high school a friend gave me a book for my birthday. At the same time my younger
brother and his band (www.rcoriginal.wordpress.com) were practicing a song they would play at their school’s talent show. While I was reading the book my brother came in to my room and started telling me about the song he was practicing, ‘Ghost of Tom Joad’. The events in the song were eerily similarly to what was happening in my book, The Grapes of Wrath. “Do you think the song is about the book?” we wondered.
It was.
We were amazed at our discovery. What is the likelihood that our lives would connect in such a way, at that moment? Not very likely, we decided.
It felt so eerie and odd, like we were we in the opening scene of Magnolia**, the movie. “It is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just something that happens. This cannot be one of those things. This, please, cannot be that. This was not just a matter of chance.”
Since then, my books and life have matched up in other ways. Some may explain this as my own personal confirmation bias. Still, it doesn’t make the discoveries any less eerie, exciting, or rewarding.
Back to Naked Lunch. My one good thing to say about the book, and my potentially serendipitous discovery, is the text I quoted at the top of this blog. I am a huge fan of the Australian ba
nd, The Drones (see their video below). When I read this passage, I wondered, “is this where they got their name?”
I then looked on the internet for the answer. After a brief investigation I have not found one. I can only assume that “this is not one of those things”; There has to be a connection. The Drones are an intelligent, literary band. Based on that – and until I can ask them personally – I will believe “this is that”.
And, that is my good thing to say about this book. I may not have enjoyed the book, but it did help me discover something about my favourite Australian band – even if it could be just a coincidence.
Next book: The Turn of The Screw, by Henry James.
*Please note: I don’t advocate animal cruelty, unless, of course, it helps illustrate a point.
**Yes, I know, the movie wasn’t out yet.’
Watch “The Minotaur’, from The Drone’s new album, Havilah. Best line from the song: “He spends all day looking at porn, or playing, fucking, Halo 2” Enjoy.
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