This is a memoir written by literary agent, Bill Clegg from New York, who walked away from his life when he could no longer control his secret addiction to crack. He had everything he wanted in the palm of his hand and he walked away. It took him only 2 months to clean out his bank account ($70,000), and hit rock bottom.
This story gripped me so wholly that I can’t tell you if the writing was good or bad. I never paid attention to the format, or the sentence structure, or the opening paragraph, or the hook, or the…
You get the idea.
I don’t read memoirs usually. I also don’t read much about drug addiction. I read for entertainment. I like light, easy, and funny, when I can get it.
This wasn’t humorous or light. Reading about a man whole-heartedly set on self destruction was hard to swallow. Reading about how he hurt his friends and family was even harder but I couldn’t put it down.
Drug use is a choice, but addiction is not. I was reminded with every word that drug addiction is a disease. This is never mentioned in the book. Bill doesn’t journal his recovery, or preach about the bad effects of drug use, nor is this a self-help book on how to get clean. This is simply a story about a man who lost it.
If you’re interested, chick here for a excerpt.
Here are a couple of interviews.