(sighhhhhhhhh) I wish this review had been written about my work. Being compared to Stein and Burroughs! And, really, the reviewer seems to be harboring in his/her over-the-top disgust a kind of admiration and fascination for the work. It’s like the prude in him/her doesn’t want to fall prey to the magic of “ALL those acid induced ideas” (not to mention the abundance of all the “cock” and “penis.”)

I can imagine this reviewer lightening up a bit (perhaps after a drink or two) and REALLY getting into the book he/she is writing off as a “waste of time.” I can see this reviewer (perhaps after a drink or two) stretched out on the couch, or on the floor, or in the bath– one slow, trembling hand flipping the pages, one slow, trembling hand….

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