Caveney researches Burrough's complete writings as well as his forays into film, rock music and painting and succeeds in explaining the enigma of a gentleman who quoted Buddha and Rimbaud as his literary mentors while enjoying a fascination with drugs, guns, criminals and every kind of low-life.
Nothing new for anyone who has read the Miles/Morgan biographies and I found the garish design scheme didn't appeal. The main problem with the text is that the author is borderline sub-literate and fails to understand the meaning of the vocabulary he attempts to employ. The risible errors can be amusing but just become rather annoying.