I read James Frey's uncompromising account of his drug rehabilitation on December 31st, in two separate sittings, the first on the way from Honolulu to Tokyo, and the second from Tokyo to Hong Kong. Would have probably read it in one if it wasn't for the layover. I was taken in by his unyielding stream of consciousness that opens a window to the world of Addicts and their Addictions. Frey's prose does not use standard phrasing and plants you smack dab in the pilot seat as he relives his nightmare. He does not even use any quotation marks to offset the dialogue outside of his head from the monologue within, which is at first confusing but you catch on pretty quick.
The details of drug addiction and the insight into the world of drug use are both fascinating and shocking, oftentimes invoking the reader's morbid curiosity. You learn specifics about crack and cocaine and meth use, as well as the ravages of those drugs on your mind and organs. Most heartwrenching is the extent to which Addicts degrade themselves when in need of a fix. But most captivating of all is how mercilessly Frey sizes himself up within the memoir, placing the responsibility squarely upon his own shoulders. His self-awareness and honesty are inspiring. Addicts or ex-addicts or not, everyone has something to learn from reading this memoir. Perfect read to end 2005. :)
Oh, and a big Happy New Year hug to you all, here's to an incredible 2006 filled with love and inspiration! =D
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