A provocative, intensely personal novel by the author of The Western Lands interweaves a world of vivid and visionary dreams into a direct and powerful force in human life. 15,000 first printing. $15,000 ad/promo. Similar in format to Jack Kerouac's Book of Dreams (1961), Burroughs's latest offering is a simple dream diary, interspersed with brief interpretive comments and presented in clear, accessible prose. Most of the dreams involve visits to the Land of the Dead, where nearly all of Burroughs's friends and enemies have long since vanished. Kerouac, Brion Gysin, Jean Genet, and hostile critic Anatole Broyard make frequent appearances, along with the author's parents; his wife, Joan; and his son, Billy. Burroughs himself has mellowed considerably. He avoids sex, deplores thievery, rails against gun fanatics, and shares his home with several pampered cats. Because the author's best work incorporates nightmares and hallucinations, his dream record is of genuine literary interest. However, readers unschooled in Beat lore will struggle with cryptic allusions to obscure people and events. This important work for fans will likely win few new converts. Recommended for larger fiction collections. Edward B. St. John, Loyola Law Sch. Lib., Los Angeles Copyright 1994 Reed Business Information, Inc. Cult figure Burroughs is out to challenge even his die-hard fans with this oddly structured novel. The unusual format takes the form of a series of descriptions of Burroughs' purported dreams, in varying amounts of detail. Some passages are up to three pages in length; others are four lines. The writing is quite evocative--the book can be read for style alone--as these snippets of nocturnal mind wanderings limn sexual situations, people he knows, places he's been, and writing problems and satisfactions he's overcome or enjoyed. The total effect is a fictionalized memoir of a man unafraid to be candid about his private acts and thoughts, but also a man who obviously has believed there is no substitute in life for direct experience. Generally, writers are people with eyes and ears kept more open than other people; and to which these dreams attest, Burroughs' active senses have kept him on a fascinating life journey. This novel is certainly not for traditionalists, but readers with looser interpretations of the form fiction should take will be provoked. Brad Hooper As Burroughs's last book of prose (The Cat Inside, 1992) demonstrated, his publishers will print anything by the octogenarian hipster, even a silly cat book. This latest purports to be a novel, but it's really more random scribbling by the Nike sneaker shill, whose media image far exceeds his achievement as a writer. These ragged, disjointed paragraphs chronicle a year or so of Burroughs's dream life, which is much less lurid than one would expect. Sure, there are drugs (hash, heroin, morphine, laudanum, etc.) and cameos by all his friends living and dead (Brion Gysin, Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac, Paul Bowles, Ian Somerville, etc.). But the sex is nondescript (``sex with James'' or ``made it with Ian''); the places all familiar to Beat groupies (Tangier, Paris, London, and Lawrence, Kans.); and the familial stuff, which has passed into legend, is just alluded to (shot wife playing Wm. Tell; son dead at an early age). Burroughs likes to show his knowledge of guns (``.45 Ruger APC and Long Colt Cylinder'') and frequently expresses his preference for cats over dogs and people. Some vintage moments include a dream of a cockroach stuck in his ear and of a man scooping his brains from his skull to eat. Burroughs really comes alive, though, when he leaves his dreamscapes to explicate. A dream of a ``shitting woman'' leads to a long and sordid anecdote about a ``queen'' friend married to a wealthy woman with a severe colon problem. Burroughs's political commentary amounts to some dated rants about Anita Bryant, Ronald Reagan, and the CIA. His claim to total honesty and authenticity leads him to debunk Ted Morgan's view of him as a ``literary outlaw.'' His waking thoughts dwell sentimentally on cats, with occasional riffs that remind one of the old Burroughs. Die-hard fans will no doubt scoop this up, others need not go beyond Naked Lunch, preferably in David Cronenberg's movie version. -- Copyright ©1994, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved. Used Book in Good Condition