On Book 5 of the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series.
Anyhow, I just got done re-reading two Bradbury books (Fahrenheit 451 and The Martian Chronicles) and I'm back to Orson Scott Card:
Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice. Bullets are cheap. Life is priceless.
An heir to the Burroughs adding machine fortune, Burroughs the novelist hated the despots of Squaresville and the whole world where money makes its fist. This is his greatest book and the template for all the ones that followed. With its fractured account of junkies and assorted urban desperadoes, its fang-baring humor and its sudden excursions into sheer hallucination, it instantly made him the depraved scoutmaster for generations of would-be hipsters. He once said, "My purpose in writing has always been to express human potentials and purposes relevant to the Space Age"—by which he meant addiction and willful extremity, both of which of course have turned out to be virtues in the modern market economy. Like Jean Genet, Burroughs trafficks in the utmost degradations, but he doesn't go to them looking for unsuspected sources of radiance. He likes them for what they are. His conversations in hell with the Marquis de Sade must be very entertaining.—R.L.
From the TIME Archive:
Burroughs fancies himself a satirist and occasionally resembles one when the diary's heroin fog clears a little
—TIME Magazine, Nov. 30, 1962 (Read This Review)
[QUOTE=FlyBoeingJets;1127650]I read Flynn's 'Act Of Treason' and thought it was just so-so for a political thriller. His ability to develop depth in his characters is lacking, if you ask me.
That's probably because you read the 7th book in the Mitch Rapp series. Read the first one, Transfer of Power, and see if that changes your opinion.