This is a fantastic book, indeed if Crowley was a young american author he would be the 'great hope' of the literary world. Thats the impression i was left wiith anyway!
It is a story of love and the couples reliance on drugs to survive, nothing else matters to them. It is not the subject matter that is important, it is Crowleys ability to explain and enlighten the reader to the glory of drugs and their hellish undertow. Crowley was a lifelong heroin addict and is more than qualified to explain. He tells us that when on a drug like heroin, one is perfectly capable of thought and able to aknowledge the world around them, however, the impression left is like flashes of lightning which illuminate the area, giving you a glimpse of what is around for the briefest of moments. The novel is very psychological with insight to the thoughts, and therefore the actions, of a drug addict. Not since Dostoyevsky have i read a more intiriguing set of emotions.
I must admit that i am writing this review from memory (i read it about 5 months ago) but it is definitley a book i would recommend and read again, the author is merely incidental so anyone who is out off the tag of a Crowley book in his collection should dispel any fears, it is simply not an issue when dealing with an undoubted work of genius, there is no book like it. There is no wrong or right attached to their actions, it is a story of effect and cause, not cause and effect (drugs which lead to a life of hell as opposed to a hellish lifestyle which leads to an 'escape' through drugs).
Better to read about it than to find out about it.