content: Too bad you can't give a book "zero stars." This is the worst book ever. Burroughs attempts to offer up the complexity of a "Ulysses" or "Finnegan's Wake" with none of the talent or intellect. Unfortuanately, drugs don't make you deep, they make you incoherent. Absolute, chemically induced nonsense, like listening to someone slam on a piano keyboard for twelve hours and then tell you that it's not that they can't play, they're just interested in slamming on the keys. The big mystery is how this nonsense got published, but, after reading some of the reviews, I see that there are some people who seem to "get it". "Wow, man, dig it, it's like, so surreal..."