This week I Took a close look at how some of my favorite writers put their words together. Cormac McCarthy is a wizard, the bleakest of the bleak. With Bukowski, the hostility never leaves, even when he’s fingering some drunk. To my mind, the greatest is William S. Burroughs, his world of toxic black meat drugs and talking assholes is singular.
I’ve been curious lately about why there isn’t really an INTERZONE inspired genre. H.P. Lovecraft’s world has been expanded by hundreds of writers. They make Cthulhu plush toys. Burroughs is revered, but not copied. A fairly cogent story featuring new wasteland cowboys and other Burroughs oddities would be a really fun read.