I apologise outright to all those who think the world of this book, but I just…didn’t. Didn’t warm to the central voice, didn’t enjoy the storyline, didn’t relate to the characters, didn’t see the point in it all, didn’t, didn’t, didn’t.

I am grateful to Burroughs for his honesty in telling the story of what has been quite an incredible and complex life story. I have plenty of empathy for Burroughs the person who has lived through obviously quite a bit of shit (‘scuse the language). But that’s about it.

For all the hype around this book (and it’s subsequent film, which I’m yet to see, and now wonder if I will bother), I am left rather deflated, with very little to say.

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