The Subterraneans

..... live in the alleys of San Francisco- smoking tea- and talking of Wolfe and Baudelaire and Pound and peote- and listening to bop. And this is the Joycean and/or junk-induced free-for-all recall of one of them, an unself-confident egomaniac Leo Percepied (Canuck) and his involvement with the Negro (part Cherokee) Mardou Fox whose glittering glee eyes reveal that she'd flipped and is still under therapy but whose warm brown body and feet in thongs of sandals of such sexuality- looking-greatness make him want to make her, which he does, so that he drinks less and stops writing altogether until he loses her when he goes on to writing this which in all the giddy gratification and laceration of words in also foully phallic and probably as good an example of how far you can go in print without the benefit of punctuation let alone taste. (Kirkus Reviews)