Yeah, Jesus came back from the dead, but then what did he do? Always easy to talk about hell, but not so with heaven. Digging The Vein sticks out as a tale of addiction that explains why the highs are so worth it. Easy for recovery manuals to talk about why people "fill a void inside them with alcohol or heroin or sex or TV." But why are hard drugs so worth the agony? O'Neill spends a little more time on the highs-you have a youth in LA in a band that is close to making it big. That in itself is a high. When he begins using heroin, one high transforms into another. The descriptions, though quick and witty, are still more concrete than you usually get. The way he describes the highs of various drugs, you finally see why someone would want to go through all the pain in order to have them.
It seems reviewers these days often have to talk about what separates a certain piece from its predecessors-a different kind of serial killer; good girl scholar's double life; and my favorite, werewolf/ vampire/ wizard/ demon meets gumshoe detective. Hey man, whatever pays the bills. So I suppose with Trainspotting and Naked Lunch out there, one does feel like one should say why Digging The Vein expands rather than repeats the genre. I think the difference lies in the character-rather young, 22, and playing in a somewhat successful band. This author has seen scenes that most people have not, and has gone further at 22 with music than many struggle to for decades. I enjoyed this portion of the book for these experiences alone. Not only that, but the events that followed were written relatively close to the time they occurred, and in a bullet-ricochet style that keeps the pages turning. Few artists can merge all the above factors into prose that exudes youth like a warm summer evening, strains said youth into liquid drugs that can reproduce the feeling again, even if you're really surrounded by trash, urinals and other junkies.
And yet O'Neill maintains the shadowplay wist of a Jane's Addiction melody without the immediate "Hi, I'm a commodity" feel that so much dark culture has made of itself. The narrator comes off as truly interested in the late nineties alt-pop scene he describes without sounding snobby or too cool. This nurtures the reader's curiosity, makes you wonder why this one, and not the others who seem so phony, succumbs to the slavery of the needle...
...and that's the question that makes you read to the final scenes, makes you wonder what kind of heaven has the final say over this young man's life.