A Clockwork Orange Resucked

I really like this Author. I can't really judge his writing because I haven't gotten far enough into the book to really judge the quality of it, but yesterday I was flipping threw the about author section and then I started reading his introduction. Not only has he written novels, verses, nonfiction and plays, he's also created symphonies, opera's and jazz. I wish I could do that. It was also interesting to know that he wasn't so into this book, he said he felt sort of trapped in it. He felt like a one hit wonder, in novel terms. A Clockwork Orange is such a famous book it over shadowed (and still does) all his other works.
The twenty-first chapter was taken out of the American version and movie, which he really didn't like. The number twenty-one symbolized something for him, about human maturity. He split it up into seven parts for a reason and he didn't want it to be changed. Yet he was broke and needed to book to be published.
It seems like Burgess knows how real people are but he also understands that fiction is called fiction for a reason. I mean its literal definition is; the class of literature comprising works of imaginative narration. He knew that this piggish, destructive character had to change. It what characters do.
My favorite part of his introduction was how he ended it. Lately I've realized that I cannot end anything I ever start writing. And his ending seemed like a good ending. It wasn't cheesy, not too 'hard', it was good.
"Readers of the twenty-first chapter must decide for themselves whether it enhances the book they presumably know or is really a discardable limb. I meant the book to end this way, but my aesthetic judgment may have been faulty. Writers are rarely their own best critics, now are critics. 'Quod scripsi scripsi' said Pontius Pilate when he made Jesus Christ the Kind of the Jews. 'What i have written I have written'. We can destroy what we have written but we cannot rewrite it. I leave what i have wrote with what Dr. Johnson called frigis indifference tot he judgement of that .00000001 of the American population which cares about suchs things. Eat this swetish segment or spit it out. You are free.

November 1986" (Introduction, pg. xv).