And the Hippos Were Boiled in Their Tanks

The cover for this book is perfect. The title barely matters, the only thing you need to see is: WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS and JACK KEROUAC. And the book delivers on exactly what is promises to be: an early, previously un-published, short work (with huge type and a bordering on indulgent afterword/biographical piece, it barely makes a short novel) callobrated on by the two authors.

The format of the book is alternating chapters, each one written by one author. They each write from the point of view of a barely digused version of themselves.

Not on part with any of their other works, but if the idea of characters from On the Road running into the cast of Junkie in 1940's New York sounds like a good read, you will enjoy this quick read.

Such a different place in time. I can't fully imagine what it must have been like to bar hop around new york in wartime america, but Hippos at least lets me try.