The Naked Lunch by William Burroughs.
I don't care if it is a masterpiece. I read it when I was young. i found it difficult, but I persisted. It was waste of my young life and I resent the idiots who told me it was a masterpiece.

at the time I admired its Swiftian disgust, i still agree with the its anti capital punishment theme.

nevertheless I would have been better off doing virtually anything else. If someone needs to express himself by writing the word 'fuck' for a page, god forgive the publisher who publisher who publishes and the critic who praises.

co I don't.