November 25, 2010
'William S. Burroughs: A Man Within' Rating: No MPAA rating Running time: 1 hour, 28 minutes Playing: At the Downtown Independent, Los Angeles
November 25, 2010 |
As the admiring new documentary "A Man Within" shows, the writer William S. Burroughs was a taut collection of contradictions: a critic of law-and-order jingoism who was a gun fanatic (even after killing his wife in a game of William Tell gone terribly wrong), a prescient critic of invasive psychiatry who tried every pharmaceutical known to humanity. A key figure in the Beat movement, he stood apart from his literary peers by virtue of his blue-blood background, his age (he was a generation older than Ginsberg and Kerouac)
December 16, 2007 |
The last decade has not been kind to William S. Burroughs. Since his death in 1997 at age 83, he has become something of a forgotten figure -- an "hombre invisible," as he half-mockingly used to call himself.
December 17, 2006 |
THE cautionary tale is one of the casualties of the 21st century -- along with telegrams, Playboy magazine and poise. Sex tapes are released, and the only time eyes blink are to swish away tears of scornful laughter. Lawsuits and settlements are the new bootstraps by which one aims to pull oneself up. When all is forgiven, when no one really cares anymore about things like shame and personal ruin -- after all, it didn't happen to you -- what place has such a story in the modern world?
August 1, 2004 |
Steven Lowe never needed to comb the swap meets or EBay to put together his treasure trove of William S. Burroughs-abilia. During the course of his on-and-off assistant/collaborator-ship with the "Naked Lunch" author, artist and notorious opiate addict from 1974 to Burroughs' death in 1997, Lowe acquired hundreds of artifacts that would make any "Junky" junkie jealous.
July 6, 2003 |
Naked Lunch William S. Burroughs Grove Press: 290 pp., $24 * Junky William S. Burroughs Penguin Books: 166 pp., $14 paper * Queer to think of him now spending the last decade of his life living in Lawrence, Kan., meticulously dressed in his undertaker suit and gray fedora, a cross between T.S. Eliot and Dashiell Hammett, poking through the cat food at the local Kroger's, then aiming his Smith & Wesson at backyard canvases in the pursuit of instant "shotgun art," winding up reading H.P.