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With that sort of prospectus, the St. Louis-born Tangier expatriate was ordained as the high priest of the beats even before his first "novel," Naked Lunch, was off the Grove press. Now, in his second of what promises to be a Doomsday Quartet, Burroughs invokes a personal and "very inglorious Pantheon to give the modern world the needle in the same way Zeus and his gang broke up the ancient one." His Zenlike Zeus is the Persian Hassan-i-Sabbah, prophet of an 11th century cult of hashish takers...
Villain of the piece is the devoted public prosecutor of Tangier, who presses for the execution of a bank robber, Sean McKenna, as a bonum exemplum of the power of the law even in that North African Gomorrah. Though only an accomplice in the crime, McKenna is condemned under the Draconian local statutes. As the hour of expiation nears, the distaste of prison wardens, lawyers, and even the firing squad grows rapidly...
Ghastly Gallop. In one of his most recent works, Landscape near Malabata, reminiscent of the outskirts of Tangier where he used to vacation, Bacon dissolves trees, grass and ghostly beasts into a ghastly gallop around the center of his canvas. Faster and faster they seem to run, until the shadows no longer keep up with what is casting them. One brushstroke more could throw it out of step, and Bacon knows it. He destroys more canvases than most artists paint...
...Paris, acted in films (he was a natural as Bluebeard's confessor), acquired a mistress whom he arranges to have seduced by delivery boys and other women and whom he finally, in a scene rich in unconscious comedy, sells for 13,000 old francs to a merchant in Tangier. Then there is a wife; he seems to have some notion that he has murdered her. Has he or hasn't he? By this time, the reader may feel that he has been trapped by a prodigious bore telling about a funny dream...
...eccentric himself if he is a dedicated exhibitionist. Bernard Kops has been a poor Jewish evacuee from the blitzed East End of London, a waiter, an actor in terrible road companies, a book peddler, a songwriter, a bum in London and Paris and tout for a brothel in Tangier. He has told all in a sort of breathless antistyle that can be the most irritating of all styles. Every frightful thing that happened to him (and the rare pleasant event) is told in exactly the same tone of voice as if his book were being read by a court attendant...