Ultrazone

“A helter-skelter rush of delights . . . a slapstick horror-fantasy romp that sometimes achieves real depth and poignancy”—ALAN MOORE

William S. Burroughs is dead and buried, but he can find no rest. His ghost is roaming the backstreets of Tangier in search of a missing manuscript. During his chaotic years there in the 1950s Burroughs not only wrote Naked Lunch, he also spewed out a mass of much darker material he then lost — hundreds of pages in which he wrestled with his demons. He fears h...