Junky is William S. Burroughs' semi-autobiographical story of his years being addicted to heroin. For someone who led such a fascinating life (fun fact: he accidentally killed his wife by drunkenly playing a William Tell-style game), his drug-addicted years related in this book really seem to be the least interesting. Every day of addiction is one of finding money to buy drugs, hanging around with people he can't stand because they have access to drugs, feeling miserable when he stops taking them, and never being able to quit. And that's about it- very much a downer. The book was not much of a story- more of just him relating how he got hooked, and how he never got un-hooked. There are occasional glimmers of the man who would one day write Naked Lunch, but those are rare. Burroughs' fans will want to read this in order to form a more rounded image of the author, but I would not recommend this to the average reader.
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