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Because you need to know what Wurtzel did next
on 10 March 2003
Prozac Nation was deliciously depressing and I was happy to leave it at that, but when a friend pestered me to read More, Now & again, telling me that the story only really concludes there, I gave it a go.
The first thing that struck me was how foolish I had been to think she would stroll off into the sunset after Prozac Nation, with all her problems solved. She quickly descends into more chaos & more addiction and frighteningly doesn't see any of this as a problem.
Critics of Wurtzel say this & 'Prozac' are nothing more than collections of self indulgent whining but I beg to differ. Yes, she is extremely self obsessed and self important - yet she cheerfully admits it. It's true that nothing really happens in this book, she moves from addiction to addiction and constantly avoids friends, work and going into rehab. But explosive special effects and twisting plots can be kept for Arnold Schwazzanigger. It's about the quality of her writing and it manages to be both sumptuous and as openly raw as the wounds she carves on her legs.
Half way through the book you feel like banging your head against a brick wall. She just never seems to learn, she is such a coward, screwing herself up, hating it, yet doing nothing to change it. But the fact that she can put it down for everyone to see proves she's acknowledged her own stupidity.
As you've guessed, the book concludes with her clean and looking forward to life for the first time without the grip of addiction influencing her. I can't honestly say that I believe she'll stay straight forever. She was tempted off the wagon hundreds of times throughout her other two books and when you think she's hit rock bottom, she keeps on drilling away through the seabed.
Or will she, like many recovered addicts, get so possessed by self recovery that it replaces the last addiction and is just as destructive.
I wouldn't be suprised if there was another follow up book, sheepishly admitting that it didn't stop there, there had been more madness, snorting, injecting, smoking and general chickening out of life. And if there is, then she can keep it. There's only so far the reader can believe in a character and empathise. But for now, I still care and for those who loved 'Prozac', you'll want to know what she did next