Reviewed by: Keith Nixon
Genre: Biography
Approximate word count: 60-65,000 words
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Author:
Joe Clifford is acquisitions editor for Gutter Books and managing
editor of The Flash Fiction Offensive.
He is the author of three books.
You can learn more about
the author at his website.
Description:
Junkie Love portrays the author’s existence as a drug addict.
Appraisal:
This is one hell of a book.
It reminds me of another I reviewed, Just
Like That by Les Edgerton. The subject matter is entirely different, the
parallel lies in the incredible honesty that both authors apply in their work. In
Junkie Love the author charts his
decline from light drug user to utterly messed up waste of space and then
recovery. I truly struggle to understand how Clifford actually survived.
The writing style is interesting
and unusual, a mix of past tense flashback chapters in the past tense
interspersed with others in present tense. It’s unfair to say the narrative is
confusing, the thread does move about, but it conveys the mental state of a
junkie. We’re not talking lucid here, memories are jumbled for the straightest
of people, never mind those who spend most of their times either high or
hunting down their next fix.
The author is incredibly
blunt about the life he led, the places (dumps really) he lived (like Hepatitis
Heights) and the things he did to survive. I doubt 99% of the population would
never experience anything like the events in Junkie Love. Here’s an example:
I didn’t last long. Like every other job I’ve ever
had, I was fired from this one, too. As the summer nights grew shorter, my
heroin problem grew worse, and a quarter gram of speed just wasn’t enough to
drag me from the other side of town fast enough, especially if I was chasing
down smack. Heroin first, speed second, cocaine third and then the other stuff
like food and shelter. That was my hierarchy of needs.
Then there are the
supporting characters. Minor ones with nicknames (e.g. Gluehead) come and go
but there are a handful of constants – the author’s wife, Catherine, who has
serious mental health issues and is dealt with in the past tense chapters, Amy
a junkie girlfriend in the present tense and his family who are in both. Ultimately
almost all these relationships fade, only the author’s family is there at the end
(remarkable given what he put them through).
Here’s an example of the
writing, and one of the characters:
Oksana was boiling cat heads in a big pot on the
stove when I got back to the apartment. Oksana collected road kill, cooking off
the fur and using the bleached bits of skull as jewelry. A homeless, teenaged
speed dealer, she’d race the midnight streets of San Francisco on her
skateboard, a demon pixie draped in shiny beads and necklaces delivering
product, two giant guard dogs snapping at her side like the Hounds of Hell.
Brilliant, but shocking
stuff.
FYI:
Swearing.
Copious references to drug use.
Format/Typo Issues:
None.
Rating: ***** Five Stars