James Campbell

Kicking up a stink: Dead Fingers Talk, by William S. Burroughs, reviewed

The British critics of the 1960s who were so disgusted by Burroughs not only missed the fun but failed to recognise a true original

William S. Burroughs writing in Paris in 1962. Credit: Alamy 
issue 31 October 2020

William Burroughs was introduced to a British readership in November 1963, and the welcome he received was ‘UGH…’ The headline stood guard over a review in the Times Literary Supplement of Dead Fingers Talk, the first legally obtainable book by Burroughs to be offered to the public in this country. Included in the round-up was a trilogy of novels issued in previous years by the Olympia Press in Paris: The Naked Lunch (1959), The Soft Machine (1961) and The Ticket That Exploded (1962). The three had been compressed, disassembled and rearranged in selected parts by Burroughs himself to create Dead Fingers Talk. The book was launched as a pilot fish by John Calder into a world in which the Lady Chatterley trial was a recent memory and the Lord Chamberlain still had a say in what appeared on the British stage. Could Burroughs swim safely into the mainstream?

The ‘UGH…’ review was anonymous, but it is now well known that its author was John Willett, the deputy editor of the TLS and a translator of Brecht.

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