Two words: Dylan's. Memoirs. How's that for cognitive dissonance?
(Truth be told, I always thought Ginsberg would have done the job, but he never did. For some good accounts of Dylan in his early days, check out Marianne Faithfull's autobiography from some years ago, a book that's surprisingly readable although more than a bit, er, uncomfortable, especially when you get to, er, the Mick Schtick, a term you can interpret any way you bloody well please.)
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