Currently attempting to read Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs.
It is a compilation of passages composed over the course of a 15-year, heroin-feuled excursion of isolation. The author was a mad junkie. There isn't too much continuity between chapters at all; it is noted that the reader can start pretty much anywhere.
A lot of it is hard to stomach - not the content, but the sheer volume of content. I can handle a couple paragraphs about sodomy, but page after page after page detailing insect rape can at times be overwhelming. The language is unsettling as well, even when the story being told isn't necessarily awful.
I can only handle about an hour at a time, at least the chapter I am reading. Has anybody else tried reading this?