I've never been paid enough to do his editing for him....
In his books that I've read, he buried every passage that seemed evocative or funny within a crate of styrofoam packing kernels, and had I been given post office wages to sort through all of that squeaking and sliding, I might have considered the chore worthwhile. Selection is half the task of writing, and I leave that job to the writers.
-- My comments, elsewhere, on William S. Burroughs.
J. G. Ballard praised his work, and I respect Ballard's opinion. But as much
as I love to read Ballard, I've never been able to work up anything more
than a partial interest in Burroughs.
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