Strings together a zitherscope of oral remembrances and photographs of a generation of once-unknowns who would grow to rule the cultural empires of the world.
“The only light was somewhere in the back room. No noise. She came out with a hypo, hit herself on a fleshy part of her upper arm, and pushed the plunger.”
My last sensation before death – the fat, lemony zinc taste of the poison Samson had fed me – was gone, because the embalmers brushed my teeth and tongue.
With precious little irony or snideness to distance himself from the enormity of his sins, Richards bravely stares right into the rouged face of the abyss.
Compilation of published works spanning the career of one of the great American minds of the 20th Century. Includes an excerpt of the Kerouac collaboration.