A collection of the full text of master storyteller Herbert Huncke's long out-of-print classics features excerpts from his autobiography and a wide selection from unpublished letters and diaries.
Writer, outlaw, and legendary storyteller who introduced the writers of the Beat Generation to New York’s underworld of sex, drugs, and crime, and whose use of the word “beat” lent the literary movement its name.
Certains auront pour Dieu de la Beat Generation Kerouac ou Burroughs. Mais pour moi il n'a toujours été question que de Herbert Huncke. Le hobo par excellence, qui faisait baver d'envie un Jackie perdu sur sa route de petite bourgeoisie à la recherche de son encanaillement. Huncke a vécu la vie de misère, lâché par sa condition de classe moyenne. Les pas assez bien, ceux qui ne peuvent pas prétendre. Pourtant, le bonhomme a de l'or dans les doigts quand il s'agit d'aligner sa vie foutrac sur papier. Un homme bouffé par la drogue, qui aura fait de sa vie d'errance une oeuvre littéraire à part entière. Si on veut comprendre l'esprit beat, il faut lire Huncke. Pas parce que c'est hype ou tendance, mais parce qu'il représente un témoignage à part entière de la contre-culture.
Fascinating account of one of the beat generation's inner circle, and inspiration for Kerouac and Holmes. Narrative of the life of a junkie, hustler and writer primarily during his years in New York City.
Herbert Huncke on Cats: I had made friends with several colored cats in the colored section downtown where I'd cop some pot, and one of the cats who owned a record store would let me borrow one of his record players - and I'd hook it up in my room and turn on while listening to some good sounds which my man had either recommended or I had selected. This weekend had been no different - except when I hit the hotel after picking up the record player I ran into a cat who was a seaman - young, maybe twenty or twenty-one - and after talking with him a while, invited him up to my rooms. He was a beautiful cat and he spent the night with me - smoking and talking and listening to records. -- "Bill Burroughs, Part II"(pg. 158, The Herbert Huncke Reader)
I really like his writing style, but he doesn't have many tricks up his sleeve (which is kind of ironic for a carny). It gets pretty redundant after a while. Maybe if you're one of those people that likes reading diaries or memoirs, or even if you like reality television, this could be a fairly enjoyable read. He opens a wide window into his underworld lifestyle, with a very blunt honesty. That's just not my cup o' tea, though.
THIS is actually/mostly a reread. Read it during a bout of severe depression and tears and 2 dogs and 2 cats would comfort me. THEY KNEW. HH's stories are remarkable. Sad and honest. That was a nice week of my life reading these stories as comfort/companionship. The preface and introduction are great and I read them about twice a year. NOW, onto the stories...
"Art lets us be the best and truest that we are, all drugs do. I always get stranded waiting for a bus on the coldest days.--As at certain moments Utaemon's tragedy--the secret personal tragedy (who knows what it is?) of that great Kabuki dancer who in a lifetime of acting has never betrayed a leg withered six inches shorter than the other by infantile paralysis-- fits the tragedy of the The Courtesan so absolutely as to make me ashamed of the bullshit I live in along with the other swine when I am not dreaming."
Journals are always interesting because it is always interesting to pull back the curtain, see how another writer interacts with and processes the day to day world, see what eventually triggers their writing. But, at the same time, it is all the things that they decided not to work on, all the things that they thought were not interesting enough work on or publish. This was interesting in spots, but took a lot of time to slog through in comparison to the Evening Sun Turned Crimson or Guilty of Everything.
I tried to read this book I got it from the library as it's fairly expensive. But I had a hard time following yet I think because perhaps the author was on drugs and what he saying is really disjointed. I have a hard time following it if this book was available on Kindle and I think it is it might be something that I would turn to again, since I had to return the original copy to the library. I might look at this book again if it were more readily available.
I fully enjoy Huncke’s storytelling. This collection of his life’s work deserves the time and effort, putting the book down and picking it up later. My only qualm was how repetitive some topics were. You can only write about the sensation of drug use where it is still interesting.