William S. Burroughs, Metaphysical Detective (eBook)

An Interzone Mystery – Book One

Jackson Evil (Autor)

eBook Download: EPUB

2023
CCLXI Seiten
BookRix (Verlag)
978-3-7554-6461-7 (ISBN)

Infos

William S. Burroughs, Metaphysical Detective is a genre-defying exploration of the metaphysical, blending elements of detective mystery, science fiction, and surrealist fantasy. The narrative is a kaleidoscope of cosmic mysteries, where the line between reality and the fantastical blurs, and the protagonist's journey becomes a metaphorical dance in the cosmic symphony of existence.   In the imaginary city of Interzone, where the neon-lit streets pulse with enigmatic energies, Detective William S. Burroughs embarks on a surreal mystery through multidimensional realities populated with literary outlaws and strange beings. The narrative weaves a tale of satirical metaphors in electric imagery and wordplay that bends the boundaries of language and reality.   The story unfolds across 25 chapters, each with a unique blend of hard-boiled detective noir, surreal science fiction, and mind-bending plot twists. Burroughs, armed with a golden gun and guided by the Language of the Dead, navigates the mysterious alleys, celestial gardens, and esoteric cathedrals of Interzone.   As the detective delves deeper, he faces a series of cosmic challenges, from an esoteric cathedral to an ethereal gateway and a cosmic apex. The narrative takes unexpected turns, weaving in the cosmic symphony; a tapestry of temporal flux, celestial symbols, and occult mysteries.   Burroughs' journey culminates in his rebirth as a cosmic guardian, tasked with safeguarding Interzone's eternal secrets. The beatniks, Lexicographers, and Nova accompany him in the ongoing dance of revelations, and the novel concludes with a cosmic resonance that echoes through the neon jungle that is the Naked City of Interzone.  

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The Man Who Wasn't There

The rain continued its relentless descent upon Interzone, a city where the boundaries between reality and illusion seemed to dissolve in the ceaseless downpour. William S. Burroughs, the detective on the edge of reality, found himself once again navigating the wet labyrinth of neon-lit streets. The barroom serenade with Henry Miller lingered in his thoughts, like the haunting melody of a song that refused to fade.

As Burroughs strolled through the city's chaotic arteries, he couldn't shake the feeling that something lingered in the shadows—an enigma waiting to be unraveled. It was then that he noticed a figure, a silhouette barely distinguishable in the rain-soaked haze, moving with an ethereal grace.

The figure, seemingly unaffected by the rain, approached Burroughs. A fedora obscured his face, and his trench coat clung to his form like a spectral shroud. The detective's instincts kicked in, the air tingling with an otherworldly energy.

"Burroughs," the mysterious figure spoke, his voice a whisper carried by the wind. "I've been watching your dance through Interzone, a cosmic waltz with realities. The manuscript, the Singing Bone, the Omega Point—they are but echoes in the grand symphony."

Burroughs eyed the enigmatic stranger, his angular features reflecting a mix of curiosity and wariness. "Who are you? Another player in this cosmic drama?"

The man in the trench coat chuckled, the sound carrying an otherworldly resonance. "Call me The Man Who Wasn't There. I exist in the spaces between realities, a specter observing the cosmic ballet. I've seen the threads of fate intertwine, and I've witnessed the unraveling of destinies."

The detective, unfazed by the cryptic introduction, gestured to a nearby awning. "Let's find some shelter from this rain. You've got my attention, Man Who Wasn't There. What brings you to my stage in this city of illusions?"

As they found refuge under the awning, The Man Who Wasn't There spoke in a voice that seemed to echo from distant dimensions. "Interzone, Burroughs, is a convergence point for the cosmic currents. Your journey, marked by the manuscript and the Singing Bone, has rippled through the fabric of existence. But the Omega Point—the culmination of your odyssey—is a nexus where the threads of the cosmic tapestry converge."

Burroughs, ever the seeker of truths, leaned against the rain-streaked glass. "What's the significance of the Omega Point? Is it the end of the road or the beginning of something new?"

The Man Who Wasn't There's fedora cast a shadow over his enigmatic features. "The Omega Point, detective, is both a destination and a departure. It is where the cosmic dance folds back onto itself, a singularity that births and consumes realities. To reach it is to transcend the limitations of perception."

As the rain continued to fall, The Man Who Wasn't There guided Burroughs through the winding alleys of Interzone, each step a cadence in the cosmic ballet. The city, now a surreal blend of wet reflections and neon hues, became a backdrop to their conversation—a dialogue between a detective and a spectral observer.

"In your quest for the manuscript, you've danced through the Singularity and heard the songs of the Singing Bone," The Man Who Wasn't There continued. "But the Omega Point is a threshold that demands a choice. Will you embrace the convergence or defy the cosmic current?"

Burroughs, his mind a tapestry woven with the threads of cosmic enigmas, considered the weight of The Man Who Wasn't There's words. "What does it mean to defy the cosmic current? Is there a path beyond the Omega Point?"

The spectral figure turned to face Burroughs, his gaze penetrating the detective's very essence. "Defying the cosmic current, detective, is to question the preordained narrative. It is to become The Man Who Wasn't There, an observer outside the constraints of destiny. Beyond the Omega Point lies a realm where realities are born anew—a canvas for those who dare to paint with the palette of the unknown."

Burroughs, his thoughts a tempest of contemplation, took a moment to absorb the gravity of The Man Who Wasn't There's revelation. The rain, falling with a hypnotic rhythm, seemed to carry the echoes of their conversation into the city's cosmic core.

As they walked through the rain-soaked streets, The Man Who Wasn't There led Burroughs to a dilapidated building, its facade blending with the shadows. The interior, a surreal blend of fractured realities, revealed itself as a nexus of possibilities—a place where the boundaries of existence flickered like holographic illusions.

"This, detective, is the Nexus Point," The Man Who Wasn't There declared, his presence resonating with the cosmic energies within the space. "Here, the paths diverge and converge. Here, you must make a choice that transcends the narrative woven by the cosmic loom."

Burroughs, standing at the threshold of the Nexus Point, felt the weight of the decision that awaited him. The city's neon glow filtered through the rain-streaked windows, casting an otherworldly aura upon the room.

"The Omega Point awaits, detective," The Man Who Wasn't There intoned, his voice a symphony of cosmic echoes. "To embrace convergence is to become part of the eternal dance. To defy it is to step into the unknown—the realm beyond realities, where the Man Who Wasn't There resides."

Burroughs, the detective with a penchant for navigating the labyrinth of psychic disturbances, faced a choice that transcended the confines of Interzone. The Nexus Point, a convergence of possibilities, pulsed with the energy of cosmic decision.

As he pondered his next move, the rain outside intensified, the droplets tapping on the windows like the footsteps of unseen entities. The city, a canvas of ever-shifting illusions, awaited the outcome of the detective's choice—the culmination of a journey through the interdimensional dance of Interzone.

And so, in the heart of the Nexus Point, where realities converged and choices rippled through the cosmic tapestry, William S. Burroughs stood at the crossroads of destiny. The Man Who Wasn't There observed, a spectral presence in the dance of existence, as the detective prepared to make a decision that would echo through the corridors of time and space. The rain, a constant companion in the city of dreams, bore witness to the cosmic drama unfolding within the Nexus Point—a realm where the Man Who Wasn't There and the detective on the edge of reality engaged in a dialogue that transcended the known and ventured into the uncharted territories of the unknown.

Burroughs stood at the Nexus Point, the room pulsating with the energies of cosmic decision. The rain outside intensified, a symphony of drumbeats on the windows, as he contemplated the paths laid out before him. The Omega Point loomed in the periphery, its significance both a call and a challenge.

The Man Who Wasn't There, a spectral observer in the dance of destinies, watched Burroughs with an enigmatic gaze. "Detective, the Nexus Point is a crossroads where the narratives of reality intersect. Convergence or defiance—the choice is yours, and the repercussions will resonate through the city's cosmic tapestry."

Burroughs, his thoughts a whirlwind of possibilities, surveyed the Nexus Point. Each doorway seemed to lead to a different facet of existence—an array of potential realities awaiting exploration. The detective, accustomed to navigating the labyrinth of psychic disturbances, felt the weight of the decision pressing upon him.

The Man Who Wasn't There spoke again, his voice a ripple in the cosmic currents. "To embrace convergence is to accept the script written by the cosmic playwrights—to become one with the eternal dance. To defy it is to step outside the narrative, to forge a path where the unknown beckons."

As the rain outside beat a relentless rhythm, Burroughs approached one of the doorways—the portal to the Omega Point. Its aura pulsed with cosmic energy, and the detective could feel the gravitational pull of destiny urging him forward.

"Convergence," The Man Who Wasn't There murmured, a spectral whisper that echoed through the Nexus Point.

Burroughs hesitated, his hand lingering in the air, caught between the pull of the known and the allure of the unknown. The city's neon glow, filtered through rain-streaked windows, cast a surreal glow on the Nexus Point—a room suspended in the liminal space between realities.

Yet, in a sudden surge of determination, Burroughs withdrew his hand. He turned away from the Omega Point, choosing a different doorway—the path that defied the cosmic current. The decision resonated with the echoes of rebellion, a subtle ripple in the fabric of the city's cosmic dance.

"Defiance," The Man Who Wasn't There acknowledged, his presence flickering like a ghost in the periphery.

As Burroughs stepped through the chosen doorway, the Nexus Point shifted. The rain outside, now a torrential downpour, seemed to reflect the turbulence within the detective's psyche. The city itself, a kaleidoscope of shifting illusions, responded to the choice made at the Nexus Point.

On the other side of the doorway, Burroughs found himself in a realm untouched by the known laws of reality. The architecture, a blend of surreal landscapes and impossible geometries, defied the constraints of space and time. The rain, now a cascade of iridescent droplets, danced in mid-air like liquid gems.

The Man Who Wasn't There, his form now translucent, appeared beside Burroughs. "You've chosen the path of defiance, detective. Welcome to the realm...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 23.12.2023
• Reihe/Serie: Interzone Mysteries
• Reihe/Serie: Interzone Mysteries
• Verlagsort: München
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Science Fiction
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• Schlagworte: Absurdist • Burroughs • detective • Experimental • Fantasy • Interzone • Literature • Metaphysical • Mystery • Science Fiction • Surrealist • Symbolist • William
• ISBN-10: 3-7554-6461-6 / 3755464616
• ISBN-13: 978-3-7554-6461-7 / 9783755464617