The Heroin Chronicles (Akashic Drug Chronicles)
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--Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Editor Stahl (Permanent Midnight) has put forth a gritty, naked collection of short stories on the bleak life of heroin addicts. These tales by such edgy literary writers as Gary Phillips, Lydia Lunch, and Nathan Larson give different voices . . . that keep the stories fresh and above comparison.”
“Like its two predecessors, devoted to cocaine and speed, The Heroin Chronicles confirms how drugs are . . . the basis of some of the most unforgettable fiction you’ll ever read.”
"For all the bleakness, suffering, and crime seeping from the pores of this anthology, Stahl welds together a creative whole from disparate voices. Because illegal drugs, especially heroin, are so damaging, it is refreshing to read an anthology focusing on drugs that neither moralizes or condescends to the reader. These stories reflect upon the human damage, one individual at a time."
--CCLaP: Chicago Center for Literature and Photography
"The Heroin Chronicles conveys the sentiment that a life of heroin addiction is a human comedy, but it will usually end in dark or, even worse, banal tragedy."
"The Heroin Chronicles, the third entry in the [Akashic Drug Chronicles] series, is the finest so far -- a collection of short fiction that puts this series on the same must-read category as the Noir Series…The Heroin Chronicles is full of stories about suffering, survival, overdoses, hepatitis C, poverty, self-loathing, humiliation, danger, death, degradation, guns, and self-destruction. They’re all told with unflinching sincerity by authors who have either been there or extremely close to it. If you’re familiar with the Drug Chronicles, you know saying this is the best one yet is saying a lot. If you’re not familiar with the series, this is the definitely the book to start with."
Inspired by the ongoing international success of the city-based Akashic Noir Series (Brooklyn Noir, Boston Noir, Paris Noir, etc.), last year Akashic created the new Drug Chronicles series. On the heels of The Speed Chronicles (Sherman Alexie, William T. Vollmann, Megan Abbott, James Franco, Beth Lisick, etc.) and The Cocaine Chronicles (Lee Child, Laura Lippman, etc.) comes The Heroin Chronicles, a volume sure to frighten and delight. The literary styles are varied, as are the moral quandaries herein.
Heroin has long been understood as the most "literary" of narcotics, and this collection will, for better and worse, have tremendous pop cultural appeal.
Featuring brand-new stories by: Eric Bogosian, Lydia Lunch, Jerry Stahl, Nathan Larson, Ava Stander, Antonia Crane, Gary Phillips, Jervey Tervalon, John Albert, Michael Albo, Sophia Langdon, Tony O'Neill, and L.Z. Hansen.
Jerry Stahl is the author of six books, including the memoir Permanent Midnight (made into a movie with Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson) and the novels I, Fatty and Pain Killers. Formerly the culture columnist for Details, Stahl's fiction and journalism have appeared in Esquire, The New York Times, and The Believer, among other places. He has worked extensively in film and television and, most recently, wrote Hemingway & Gellhorn, starring Clive Owen and Nicole Kidman, for HBO.
memory lane to a close. Operate in the now. The surface of the city he once knew is forever altered, and Dos Mac has to accept this fact, move forward accordingly. Or perish. By the time Dos reaches what was at one time known as Union Square, he has to admit that he had no idea that Chinatown had exploded so comprehensively. All Chinese. With the exception of a small but intense Ukrainian/Eastern European enclave Dos stumbled through as he moved west, at about Second Avenue and 9th Street.
normal around the neighborhood with Sidney back on his throne passing the joint around like how it used to be done before the heroin descended upon Second Avenue. He just took it when the running joke got to be asking him if he had any red devils, and he’d just shrug, smile broadly, open his arms, and say, “Wish I did,” or, “Red devils, me?” A week or so later, Sidney getting ripped off was history, and he was ready to make his move. Googie told me Sidney had showed up at his window, rapping on
himself the big shot all right. Passing out twenties to the kids on the streets like free lunch, buying color TVs for the senior center … Yeah, he was something.” Grayson let the old timer drone on some, then asked, “You remember a shot you might have taken of him at the Montreaux Club? Him at a table of people having a good time?” He described the scene in further detail. “Naw, young man, that don’t ring no bell,” Cheaters Pleasy said. “I’d bet Garmes took that shot.” Davis Garmes was the
steady whack, whack, whack. “He’s blind as a bat. His poor mother.” The chopping got faster and faster and more precise. She could slice a carrot into paper-thin pieces in less than thirty seconds. She hated cooking. “She’s a nut job, Amy!” her father hollered in the background. A cupboard door slammed shut. She heard the refrigerator door make a sucking sound as it opened. Adrienne found her prework hit and bent spoon in the top drawer of her dresser, but no lighter. She rummaged around in
soaked crimson. She staggered after Joe. The fluorescent lights momentarily burned her eyes. He was standing there, pointing to the bathtub. It was full of water. An extension chord snaked in from the living room. An ancient twelve-inch black-and-white TV sat on the toilet’s lid. “This’ll be the easiest way. The quickest. And it won’t make a mess like the fucking bullets did.” “Yeah. I guess that’s smart.” As if to emphasize the point Tania pulled off her T-shirt. Right between her tits, in