Last Words

William Burroughs was born in St Louis, Missouri in 1914. Immensely influential among the Beat writers of the 1950s – notably Jack Kerouac and Allen Ginsberg – he already had an underground reputation before the appearance of his first important book, ‘Naked Lunch’. Originally published by the daring and influential Olympia Press (the original publishers of Henry Miller) in France in 1959, it aroused great controversy on publication and was not available in the US until 1962 and in the UK until 1964. The book was adapted for film by David Cronenberg in 1991. William Burroughs died in 1997.

‘He is a writer of enormous richness whose books are a kind of attempt to blow up this cosy conspiracy, to allow us to see the truth.’ J. G. Ballard‘These journals make for unbearably poignant reading. Unlikely as it may sound, Bill Burroughs was only human after all.’ The Times‘An exploration in depth, and in sum, of Burroughs’ personality and creative pre-occupations…[A] rich repetition, with variations, of a string of half-conscious fancies, scenarios and literary allusions. “Last Words” also presents fresh clues to the larger design of his imagination, and a means of gaining a renewed perspective on his work.’ New York Times‘”Last Words” reveals the author of “Naked Lunch” riddled with arthritis and still saddled with guilt for shooting his common-law wife in 1951. Although he seems more vulnerable than ever before, the anti-establishment anger continues to flare up at odd moments, his skewed sense of humour still sends out sparks.’ Time Out‘There’s a savage glamour about William Burroughs, both in his writing and his life…”Last Words”, made during the last nine months of his life, shows him to be as sharp-minded as ever.’ Ham & High‘Elegiac and filled with a curious kind of contentment at the way things have turned out. For the first and only time, he reveals a gentler self, full of years and filled with grace. He was a great American writer to the end.’ Gay Times‘Fascinating. Burroughs surfaces among his words as a bent, acute, watchful, irritated, clever old man, like a sparkling eye peering out from the greasy broken panes of a dilapidated building.’ Financial Times‘“Last Words” is filled with memories and reminiscences delivered in staccato poignancy. Burroughs cuts up his recollections and dreams, merging, always playfully, sometimes painfully, fact with fiction…A welcome addition to the extensive Burroughs oeuvre.’ Scotsman