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Naked Lunch is the unnerving tale of a monumental descent into the hellish world of a narcotics addict as he travels from New York to Tangiers, then into Interzone, a nightmarish modern urban wasteland in which the forces of good and evil vie for control of the individual and all of humanity. By mixing the fantastic and the realistic with his own unmistakable vision and voice, Burroughs has created a unique masterpiece that is a classic of twentieth century fiction.

Eredeti megjelenés éve: 1959

A következő kiadói sorozatban jelent meg: Penguin Modern Classics Penguin angol

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Penguin, London, 2016
304 oldal · keménytáblás · ISBN: 9780241284636
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Penguin, London, 2015
304 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9780141189765
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Grove Press, New York, 2013
290 oldal · puhatáblás · ISBN: 9780802122070

16 további kiadás


Kedvencelte 1

Most olvassa 1

Várólistára tette 10

Kívánságlistára tette 6

Kölcsönkérné 1


Népszerű idézetek

NannyOgg>!

The more junk you use the less you have and the more you have the more you use.

200-201. oldal (Grove Press, New York, 2009)

moondog>!

Motel . . . Motel . . . Motel . . . broken neon arabesque . . . loneliness moans across the continent like fog horns over still oily water of tidal rivers . . .

188. oldal

moondog>!

Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand…

56. oldal

moondog>!

Junk yields a basic formula of „evil” virus: The Algebra of Need. The face of „evil” is always the face of total need. A dope fiend is a man in total need of dope. Beyond a certain frequency need knows absolutely no limit or control. In the words of total need: „Wouldn't you?” Yes you would. You would lie, cheat, inform on your friends, steal, do anything to satisfy total need. Because you would be in a state of total siclrness, total possession, and not in a position to act in any other way. Dope fiends are sick people who cannot act other than they do. A rabid dog cannot choose but bite.

201. oldal

moondog>!

In the beginning his flesh was simply soft, so soft that he was cut to the bone by dust particles, air currents and brushing overcoats while direct contact with doors and chairs seemed to occasion no discomfort. No wound healed in his soft, tentative flesh… Long white tendrils of fungus curled round the naked bones.

60. oldal

moondog>!

Followers of obsolete unthinkable trades, doodling in Etruscan, addicts of drugs not yet synthesized, black marketeers of World War III, excisors of telepathic sensitivity, osteopaths of the spirit, investigators of infractions denounced by bland paranoid chess players, servers of fragmentary warrants taken down in hebephrenic shorthand charging unspeakable mutilations of the spirit, officials of unconstituted police states, brokers of exquisite dreams and nostalgias tested on the sensitized cells of junk sickness and bartered for raw materials of the will, drinkers of the Heavy Fluid sealed in translucent amber of dreams.

45-46. oldal

moondog>!

Con men don’t change, they break, shatter – explosions of matter in cold interstellar space, drift away in cosmic dust, leave the empty body behind. Hustlers of the world, there is one Mark you cannot beat: The Mark Inside …

11. oldal


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