Robert Anton Wilson and Robert Shea's Illuminatus! Trilogy is what Naked Lunch probably should have been... it explodes in word-spores from page to page yet still manages to make deliberately self-contradicting sense/s even as it's a conspiracy novel, right in the middle of it the authors explain why major secret-society conspiracies would be doomed to failure...
Ah, serious food for the cerebranoodle. Might have to check out this trilogy of which ye speak. That the same Robert Shea what wrote...uh...Shike? That what it's called?