I don’t usually write about short fiction, but Burrough’s The Girl from Farris’s is almost novel-length, and it packs in at least a novel’s worth of plot, with intrigues, betrayals, and skullduggery to spare. I read gobs of Burroughs in my adolescence — John Carter of Mars, Carson of Venus, et al — but this is the first non-fantastical piece of his I’ve read. I liked it, not least for the brief, if not representative appearances of Eddie the Dip, who can put forth a mean mouthful of scarcely intelligible slang...