Before you begin, have you read Chapter 5 yet? I notice the twitch marring his inscrutable expression, an ugly crack in a porcelain jar. But, before I can ask him about it, he’s already off, red-hot on his invisible mountain trail. Whatever anger he could have worked up earlier now simmers in his eyes, glowering … Continue reading Reading Naked Lunch – Chapter 6: Conclusion
And here is the previous chapter of Reading Naked Lunch… As I lower my head into the basin, I stare at the ceiling. There’s a crooked line, a visible crack, where the paint has started to peel. My hairdresser runs cold water on my hair and I close my eyes. The man doesn’t reappear. Nothing. … Continue reading Reading Naked Lunch – Chapter 5: The Word
Ok, you might not have read Chapter 3 yet… Then, I reopen the book, hair dripping in protest under the steam machine. My eyes immediately shift to off-focus. Go away, reluctance! The page starts swimming. The words seem to look like tiny ants crawling all over the paper. Hell no – it’s still the … Continue reading Reading Naked Lunch – Chapter 4: Where Is The Pivot?
Before I begin – have you read Chapter 2 yet? After ten minutes in, I start to rub my eyes, not from my annoyance at my blurred vision, but from the unpleasant shock of what meets my eyes. Holy shit… In the monolithic fog of pungent chemicals, line after line of violent gay sex and … Continue reading Reading Naked Lunch – Chapter 3: Unreality
Need to jolt your mind? Chapter 1 of Reading Naked Lunch is over here! The salon appointment arrives, twirling its skirt of forced gaiety on a Sunday morning whirl. We quickly set off, passing by tired aunties resignedly pushing their little aluminium trolleys filled with fresh produce from the market. Blue, pink, metal – Tudungs, … Continue reading Reading Naked Lunch – Chapter 2: Setting
This strange, thin man – who is he? This skulking shadow of a gentleman, peering from neatly pressed suits…I stare at my computer screen. Fascination has me in its cool grasp. Horn-rimmed glasses. Very long arms. They are thin and spindly. His expression, hard to read in the fading light, fixes me with a … Continue reading Reading Naked Lunch – Chapter 1: Introducing