Friday A/V Club: Who Better Than a Frail Old Junkie to Sell Athletic Footwear?

This week I finished reading Call
Me Burroughs, Barry Miles’ new biography of my favorite of
the first-generation Beat writers, the dry old satirist William
Burroughs. I’ll have more to say about Miles’ book, and about
Burroughs in general, in an upcoming Reason article.
(Quick preview: Burroughs’ worldview is more good than bad;
it’s harder to say that about his life.) For now, I’ll just post
the most unexpected entry in Burroughs’ c.v. since his ’60s
flirtation with Scientology:

Yes, that’s a Nike commercial. I remember it catching me by
surprise as I watched TV one night in 1994. Twenty years later, I
have no idea what program it interrupted, but I’m sure the
show wasn’t as memorable as the sight of William S. Burroughs
hawking shoes.

Not long afterward, Thomas
Frank mocked
the spot in The Baffler. Frank’s big theme in
those days was that rebellion had become commodified; if Nike had
deliberately set out to bait him, it couldn’t have done better than
to produce a sneaker ad starring a counterculture icon. We
shouldn’t be surprised to see Burroughs in an advertisement, Frank
wrote, because “His ravings are no longer appreciably different
from the official folklore of American capitalism. What’s changed
is not Burroughs, but business itself. As expertly as Burroughs
once bayoneted American proprieties, as stridently as he once
proclaimed himself beyond the laws of man and God, he is today a
respected ideologue of the Information Age, occupying roughly the
position in the pantheon of corporate-cultural thought once
reserved strictly for Notre Dame football coaches and
positive-thinking Methodist ministers. His inspirational writings
are boardroom favorites, his dark nihilistic burpings the happy
homilies of the new corporate faith.” Now that you’ve read that
once, go back and imagine you’re hearing it in Burroughs’
voice.

In case you’re curious about what led Nike to think an
80-year-old junkie was the right man to pitch athletic footwear,
here’s the relevant passage from the Miles book:

Nike PR manager Judy Smith explained, “He was chosen
because we knew he could pull off this role as a quirky,
scientific, prophetic technology wiz. Burroughs isn’t identified in
the commercial because the role he’s playing has nothing to do with
his history as a writer or his reputation in the counterculture.”
Nike didn’t expect their fourteen-year-old audience to know who he
was, but there were extra kudos for those who did.

Burroughs’ fee helped pay his medical bills, which is as good a
reason as any to appear in a commercial. When Thomas Frank is 80,
he might find himself in a similar situation. I picture him as a
pitchman for heartland tourism: “Looking for a place to spend
spring break? Well, what’s the matter with Kansas?”

(Bonus link: From 1949, here’s Burroughs warning Allen Ginsberg that “the
U.S. is heading in the direction of a Socialistic police state
similar to England, and not too different from Russia.”)