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This week's topic is a book you hated when forced to read in school or university. One book immediately came to mind. Sorry Adam, but I'm going to say it again: I hated William Burroughs' novel Naked Lunch. There was just entirely too much naked swinging from the ceiling, disgusting descriptions of bodily fluids, and glorification of narcotics for this reader. I remember I told the professor that it was the first time I wanted to take a shower after reading a book. In theory Burroughs is a writer of literary merit, and his experimental prose was worth studying. I just hated it. The class was a course in experimental literature, and it was one of my favorite classes in grad school. I ended up loving some of the other books, like Nightwood by Djuna Barnes, and discovered works and writers I wouldn't have read otherwise.