Addicted: Notes from the Belly of the Beast

Addicted: Notes from the Belly of the Beast

by Lorna Crozier, Patrick Lane

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Is addiction a disease, a sin, a sign of hypersensitivity, a personal failing, or a unique resource for the creative mind? However it is defined, addiction can have devastating consequences, often shattering lives, sundering families, causing impoverishment, and even triggering suicide. Yet it can also be a source of inspiration. In these frank essays, leading American and Canadian writers explore their surprisingly diverse personal experiences with this complex phenomenon, candidly recounting what happened when alcohol, heroin, smoking, food, gambling, or sex — sometimes in combination — took over their lives.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781926706559
Publisher: Greystone Books
Publication date: 12/01/2009
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 240
Sales rank: 995,688
File size: 915 KB

About the Author

Books in Canada has called Lorna Crozier one of the most original poets writing today. Her books have received every national accolade, including the prestigious General Governor’s Award. Born in Saskatchewan, she presently teaches at the University of Victoria. She is the editor of the recent Desire in Seven Voices and, with Patrick Lane, the acclaimed poetry anthology Breathing Fire II: Canada’s New Poets. Her most recent new collection is Whetstone (2005).

The guest of poetry festivals all over the world, Patrick Lane has been called the best Canadian poet of his generation. In praising his selected poems, the Vancouver Sun described him as always walking "the thin ice where truth and terror meet with a kind of savage intuition." He is the author of more than twenty books of poetry, most recently Syllable of Stone (spring 2006) and Go Leaving Strange, one collection of short stories and one children's book, and is, with Lorna Crozier, the editor of Breathing Fire II: Canada’s New Poets. His critically acclaimed 2004 memoir, There is a Season, won the inaugural B.C. Award for Canadian Non-Fiction; published in the US under the title What the Stones Remember, it was also nominated for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Award.

Read an Excerpt

Introductory sample from Rick Whitaker's Essay "One More Last Chance"

In November 1999 a brief essay I wrote was printed in the last-page “Lives” column of the New York Times Magazine. The piece was headlined “One Last Chance” and the “pull-quote” beneath the headline had me proudly proclaiming that “Gambling away everything I had—and some things I didn’t have—was a quiet act of social rebellion.” The essay told of my introduction to poker at a casino in Santa Fe the summer of 1997; it described a neat arc of quick addiction to the game, the gradual realization that it was an addiction, and my having blithely put it behind me after a brief period of abstinence.

Shortly after the article appeared I received a handwritten note in the mail from a woman who worked as a counselor in an addiction treatment facility. She had written to warn me that, contrary to my cocksure claims in the essay, my addiction to poker was probably far from over. She advised me to treat the addiction seriously over the long term and not to assume it would be, or already had been, easy to kick. She was right. Now it’s 2006, and I’m still gambling. My addiction to poker has persisted for more time now than my hero Fyodor Dostoevsky’s famous addiction to roulette, which began in 1863 and ended in 1871 after his wife cleverly encouraged him to play. She knew he would lose again and would then, as he had done before, re-devote himself to writing and break a long spell of literary silence (and poverty). Dostoevsky quit gambling and wrote The Adolescent and then The Brothers Karamazov, perhaps the greatest of all novels. It is not being overly dramatic to surmise that he would have written neither if he hadn’t stopped gambling.

I’ve been talking about my gambling addiction for a long time now. I see a psychoanalyst three times every week, and have been seeing him on this schedule for nearly five years (his monthly fee is more than my rent). I’ve put in time at Gamblers Anonymous meetings, where I met the type of guy who said he was a million dollars in debt and hiding in New York from his Chicago “bookies and shylocks,” and women who spent every penny of their disability checks playing bingo; my boyfriend even went to the “GamAnon” meetings with the gambler’s wives, where he was very popular. I consider my addiction to playing online poker to be my single seriously disturbing vice now, at age 37, and there have been long periods in my life when I juggled vices like a clown juggles torches. I’ve been addicted to a variety of drugs, sex, shame, cigarettes, vodka, and (when I was a teenager) pinball. I used to sleep all day and stay out all night, which I couldn’t do now if I tried to. To have just one problem—or one obvious, unnecessary, eradicable problem—for me is an unusually fortuitous condition. I could say I’m almost afraid of giving up poker for fear of having no vice; but the truth is I want to be vice-free, and I would therefore like to give up poker. So far, however, I haven’t found a way to quit that sticks.

Going into a darkened room alone and playing poker on the Internet against other virtual beings—that is, against presumably real people online—is my most pleasurable and destructive activity. It’s akin to masturbation (which has the great advantage of being harmless); its aim, however, is not orgasm but perpetuation—poker lasts longer than sex, and for me the apparently chemical reaction it sets off inside of me feels better (in fact I recently looked at pornography while playing poker—I suspect I’m not the first ever to have thought of doing this—and the two went together very nicely). When I am anxious or angry, I can calm myself by thinking about playing poker and telling myself that soon enough I will again be alone with my computer winning and losing, singularly involved in the intricate game that somehow takes my whole emotional and psychic being on a kind of roller-coaster ride, my paltry (but sorely-needed) money the little red train that carries me up and flies down so precipitously along the rails. The allure of poker is the heady possibility of playing better than the other players and thereby taking all their money. There is no limit to the money one could win; it’s possible to get rich playing poker, even to get rich in one night of miraculous luck and skill. Very few other arenas in life offer that hope. I have turned $20 into more than $1,000 in a few thrilling hours on the Internet, and I’ve heard stories of college boys making $100,000 a month on a regular basis. People have won millions of dollars playing poker. All you have to do is beat the other players. Every time I play, my intention is to win some money, cash out, and go home. But the more I win, the more I can keep winning, until I lose.

Table of Contents

Introduction vii

Counting the Bones Patrick lane 1

My Father, Myself Marnie Woodrow 17

Grand Thefts Tom Bissell 35

Junkie Grows Up Molly Jong-Fast 55

An Open Letter to Laura Lois Simmie 67

How to Quit Smoking in Fifty Years or Less Peter Gzowski 79

More and More Evelyn Lau 103

Breathing under Ice Lorna Ckozier 117

The Edge of Doom Susan Cheever 137

Lost in a Cosmic Smoke Show Elianna Lev 149

Drinking David Adams Richards 169

Blackout Sheri-D Wilson 187

Molested Child, So-Called Sexual Savage LesLIE 209

Not Swimming, But Drowning John Newlove 223

One More Last Chance Rick Whitaker 241

Junkie Stephen Reid 255

Afterword 277

About the Contributors 281

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