William Burroughs s profound, revealing, and often astonishing meditation on morality, loneliness, life, and death a Book of the Dead for the nuclear age
The Western Lands William Burroughs s profound revealing and often astonishing meditation on morality loneliness life and death a Book of the Dead for the nuclear age
The Western Lands wraps up the Red Night trilogy with a more involved look at the pilgrimage thereto, intercut with crosscurrents from the Egyptian Book of the Dead and remembrances from the author’s own life, the mass of which merges into a hallucinogenic exploration of the potentialities inherent in our concept of the great beyond. Part memoir, part attempt to provide closure to the impossibly sprawling mythology he’s created, this book feels doubly relevant as we watch the story and W.S.B [...]
Tek kada sam počeo da čitam ovaj treći deo trilogije (“Gradovi crvene noći” i “Mesto mrtvih puteva”), video sam koliko je Barouz zapravo imao velikog uticaja na moj stil pisanja.Gradovi crvene noći su me oduševili, verovatno zato što je to prvo delo ovog autora sa kojim sa imao zadovoljstvo da se upoznam (čak sam i film Goli ručak pogledao posle čitanja ove knjige).Zapadne zemlje nastavljaju tradiciju totalno trpoznog ludiranja kroz banalnost mediokritetskog sveta koji nam naš [...]
William S. Burroughs is one of my visionary writers. That means I believe he did something like what the prophets did at one time. They saw and wrote things that were not entirely comprehensible, but those writings reveal things about life and were usually a critique of society. Other writers I consider to be in this category are Plato, William Blake, John Milton, Arthur Schopenhauer, Henry David Thoreau, J.R.R. Tolkien, Jean-Paul Sartre, and Philip K. Dick.(view spoiler)[This book begins with t [...]
Not with a bang, but with a whimper, som man brukar säga. Den har sina briljanta partier men författaren beskriver sin "writer's block" från och till, och det märks kanske på slutresultatet, som inte flödar lika fritt och galet som de tidigare böckerna, utan snarare stapplar fram.Det blir förstås ingen upplösning. Burroughs anarkism riktar sig förstås mot makten, i både världen men också i själva narrativet. De stora historierna dekonstrueras, och detta gäller även hans egen my [...]
"The road to the Western Lands is by definition the most dangerous road in the world, for it is a journey beyond Death"In the world according to William Burroughs, even the afterlife is subject to governmental control. Just as the pharaohs attempted to monopolize immortality, so do our present day leaders, through petty, everyday controls and restrictions all the up to the deployment of the ultimate soul destroyer - the atom bomb. Fighting the system is Margaras, the White Cat: a fearsome spirit [...]
More of a memoir than the final book of a trilogy. After readingThe Place of Dead Roads andCities of the Red Night I was slavering for the end of the series. From colonial privateerism, to manifest-destiny cowboys, this imagined sexual mystic outlaw history of the nationalistic push "west" or "out" and the counter-push "in" and against one's society would have a fascinating conclusion in the Egyptian struggle for immortality.This book seriously lacks the kinetic intensity of its predecessors, ho [...]
Tărîmurile Vestice este volumul care încheie trilogia Cut up. Aparuta în 1987, cartea este scrisă de un Burroughs bătrîn, “ajuns la capătul cuvintelor, a ceea ce se poate face din cuvinte”. Romanul este considerat testamentul lui Burroughs ceea ce nu este departe de adevăr, deoarece în aceste pagini poate fi aflat un Burroughs agonizînd, un Burroughs care încearcă să împace cu ajutorul cuvintelor îmbătrînirea cărnii şi toate durerile fizice si psihice cumulate pînă la a [...]
Sheer genius. As other reviewers have pointed out, the conclusion to the trilogy is not as sex-charged as the other novels. This is a real masterpiece. The narrative structure uses a blend of Egyptian mythology (Book of the Dead) and the craziness of a not-too-far-off world. Well, let's not hope not. So in this sense, I couldn't help but feel that Burroughs is writing this as a kind of warning. I absolutely loved Cities of the Red Night and thought to myself at the time, 'There is no way Burroug [...]
As with all of Burroughs work there are so many themes that could be expanded on and made into separate novels - if only the author lived to complete all his ideas. The Western lands scatters across all of the author's interests, ancient Egypt, time travel, Arabian assassins, weapons, erotic imagery, medical manipulations If I were to choose one theme, one novel, possibly extracted from this, his last major work, then it would be a novel based on the expedition to capture the giant centipede, al [...]
This is a beautiful book. Burroughs is much calmer here than in his famed Nova trilogy which actually makes his satire even sharper as he himself seems to be coming from a more stable position in his own life. Now he's more comfortable to transition into more straight forward digressions on mortality and Egyptian mythology musings. Not for everyone of course (being Burroughs, there are of course multiple sections with bizarrely graphic sexual violence and perhaps more information on centipede ve [...]
The final volume of Burroughs' final trilogy is a rumination on death, mortality and immortality, morality and ethics, and freedom. The western lands of the title comes from Egyptian mythology, but as with the previous book, The Place of Dead Roads: A Novel, there is a lot of the American west here, as well. Burroughs is concerned with the journey, migration, movement, not content to sit still, and not satisfied with a heaven that can be achieved without struggle.
Overall I'd say this is one of the authors more accessible and entertaining works,and while still retaining an air of abstraction,temporal distortion and general twistedness it is markedly more coherent than his earlier fiction.The cut and paste technique along with copious amounts of gay sex and drug use are absent. The themes dealt with include;Egyptian mythology,centipede worship,vampirism and toxicology.This is interspersed with stream of consciousness and dream recall writing that help to g [...]
Bill Burroughs exercises the aging writer's motif of confronting one's mortality here, using his Cities of the Red Night and Ancient Egyptian polytheism as a vehicle. He's still out to euthanize bigots and the ilk, but less pointedly. Rather, this is more of an autobiography that takes significant license with the medium. An enjoyable experiment. Thing is, whenever I read Burroughs, I can't help but hear his broken voice in that offbeat pace, and it scares the bejesus outta me.
The perfect book: as wise as it is wise assy, downright hilarious. WSB's timing got so much better as he got older; this is certainly his best book and a viable handbook to the after life. Methinks it the very best book I've ever read.
Burroughs' 70-year old, incoherent rambling.
His most beautiful/eloquent prose and a great ending to the late trilogy
If you enjoy books with purpose, don't waste your time.
An excellent book here, Reader, and a fitting conclusion to a trilogy which began with Cities of the Red Night, in which a black hole passing through the earth unleashes a deadly pestilence that orgasmically scrambles time, space and reflections; following which the second volume, The Place Of Dead Roads, had the author's alter ego losing his life in a shootout, Old West style in a plundered cemetery; and now finally, the last volume, The Western Lands, in which the author, Burroughs himself, is [...]
By far the best of the trilogy. It stands on its own as a novel.
William S. Burroughs is the type of writer that can write the same thing again and again but present it to you in a way that is so indescribably unique and compelling that you can't help being sucked in. All of his books concentrate on death, occultist concepts, and what he is perhaps best known for: sex and drugs. Yet each book of his comes off without the slightest trace of repetitiveness, each survives as their own entity, amazing in its own sort of way.The Western Lands is a book that sank i [...]
Okay, I admit it - I read this series in the wrong order. The Western Lands is the final book in Burroughs' notorious 'Red Night' trilogy, and yet it's the first Burroughs novel that I read. It's typical of the majority of his work - difficult to read, but even more difficult to put down, with a rambling, disjointed narrative that's probably partly down to his experiments with morphine.Interestingly enough, the novel is heavily influenced by Ancient Egyptian mythology - in particular, the legend [...]
la fine della trilogia della notte rossa, e la fine dell'opera di burroughs. e burroughs, a giudicare dalle ultime pagine, ne era cosciente:come a chiudere una parentesi, ritorna sullo scrittore che vive ai margini della società, autore di un unico libro di successo e di polemiche, che vede avvicinarsi la fine. in mezzo a quelle parentesi, un lungo viaggio pagano nel regno della morte, attraverso divinità egizie, insetti, maledizioni, veleni, hassan i sabbah, e altro ancora. romanzo? a suo mod [...]
this, Burroughs' last book is easily one of his best, and in some ways, perhaps his very best. he was about 73 at the time. his friend and collaborator Brion Gysin had recently died at the time of publication, and this feels like Burroughs' summoning the grand energy for his last stand. the first half is - in his odd fashion - some of his most coherent writing, and builds on all before. perhaps the book gets a bit scattered after that, as if he were pulling some final passages from old notebooks [...]
This was a re-read of this novella, and I am glad for having done so. There is, as always, a thread which underpins most of Burroughs' works. The control idea and the idea that there is a cabal of the wealthy and powerful who are working not at all in the best interest of the rest of us are both in this work. There is a section where Burroughs is propounding the age old concept of the journey to the Western Lands as being a quest for immortality. In this section he says,*"How long does it take a [...]
"Mi primera lectura de este libro fue a los 16 años, y de vez en vez se ha repetido. La penúltima s. Mi primera lectura de este libro fue a los 16 años, y de vez en vez se ha repetido. La penúltima sucedió antes del año 2000 y ahora he vuelto a releerlo.Siempre he considerado que este fue el primer libro de literatura dura al que tuve acceso.En esta nueva visita he encontrado un texto quintaesencial, testamentario. No es un producto de madurez, sino de conciencia lúcida hacia la muerte.Aq [...]
Low grade Burroughs. Burroughs' masterpieces are driven by hallucinogenic fuel, e.g heroin (Naked Lunch) and dreams (My Education: A Book of Dreams). Running on empty for this one, had to force myself to finish. Some flashes of brilliance (the encounter with the Bible lady, St. Humwawa, Chapter 8, "let go of the balloon," THE VALLEY). Unfortunately, the highlights were embedded in page after page of boring stuff that put me to sleep.
The last of, & my least favorite of the Western Trilogy (does anybody other than me call it that? I think so but it's been a long time since I've thought about it one way or t'other). I just remember this one as a bit feeble, running out of ideas, reiterating (kindof like these weak capsule reviews of mine but better!). Writers writing themselves into immortality.
This novel concludes the trilogy begun in Cities of the Red Night and The Place of the Dead Roads, neither of which I've read. The title refers to the place in ancient Egyptian mythology where souls journeyed in search of immortality. Characters from Burroughs's earlier works reappear. No discernible plot. Fractured time sequence. Dreamlike narrative. Typical Burroughs.
best read on your deathbed, or some similar mattress. somehow (with a drug cocktail) i cracked the code, once, and even if you don't it's an amazing book. anyone who doesn't respect burroughs, at least this book and the other two in the trilogy, is a piece of envious dogshit.
Quite possibly my favorite book of this trilogy. Burroughs has never shied away from attacking organized religion, and he does so more than ever here. Structurally, the book reminded me of Naked Lunch.