"In the first excerpts, Burroughs quite touchingly mourns the death of oneof his many cats. This may alarm some long-term fans. But soon the readerglimpses Burroughs as he will be remembered, 'I said: "L. Ron Hubbardneeds a knife to his gizzard." And I demonstrate with an assassin knifehow one strikes upward under the left ribcage to the heart.' This is abizarre, astoundingly well written journal: his prose retained its crackleto the very end." IRISH INDEPENDENT