William Burroughs is gay shocker.
I honestly didn’t know this until my sister told me the other day. It’d explain why The Place Of Dead Roads put me off my imaginary breakfast on Monday morning. I was really enjoying the western parts as well. The continuous bumming of young lads as aliens fighting against the B.B.’s. Not sure it’s really cut out for early morning commuting. Yes it’s all allegorical, yes I am a tolerant person before you go thinking otherwise. But, hmph, new book for the train is required.
Update - I had started reading my charity shopped book on The Spanish Civil War, I’ve since given up. This week will be spent reading Naming The Bones.
