In the airport and on the plane I also plowed through a significant portion of Naked Lunch. Interesting to read, but man, it really is just the fucked up ramblings of a dude on H. The quotes of reviews on the back of the book give the whole thing way too much credit and some of 'em smack of deconstruction. And what is up with Burrough's obsession of fucking people as they get lynched?
I mean, I like breath play as much as the next guy (give or take), but there's a fair number of post-broken neck orgasms going on in this book. Maybe I'm just a more hands-on kinda guy. *shrug*

Reminds me, though, it's been a long-ass while since I seen the movie. Hafta fix that.