In 1980 I lived in Stockholm, Sweden with Arab refugees from Afghanistan, Palestine and Syria…. my favorite books were Papillon and the stories of Fanny Hill in Finnish. I only knew Finnish.
One day somebody gave me Kerouac’s On The Road and Junky by Burroughs in English and I started to learn that curious language…
Reality is always stranger than fiction….
I ran into SeƱor Shaw a buncha times in late 80’s-early 90’s in NYC and LA… only remember remnants….
Now Jonathan Shaw has written a towering evergreen of a book with Narcisa.
Thanks for something I can finally dig my big teeth into in a barren land of literature…
Que Pendejo…
Sami Yaffa ( Hanoi Rocks/New York Dolls)