David Sheff writes this memoir from the perspective of a
father going through hell. His smart and
charismatic son Nic becomes addicted to meth, but both father and son are in
denial about the seriousness of Nic’s drug habit. Bouncing from rehab to
relapse over and over again, ad infinitum, Nic’s problems become his father
David’s problems, and David’s obsession with Nic’s life has a profoundly
detrimental effect on the rest of the family, including Nic’s much younger
half-siblings. At one point, thanks to a
comment from another Al-Anon member, David realizes that if Nic were in jail,
at least David would know where he is. David’s
life is basically an endless rollercoaster that parallels Nic’s progress and
regression. At some point he has to
accept the fact that Nic’s recovery is in Nic’s hands. This book may be
recommended reading for parents and family members of addicts, but I am
neither, and I still found it to be riveting.
I also liked the fact this book is not a tearjerker at all, and I am
someone who cries over rom-coms. It is
told in a clear-eyed fashion with many musings on what happened to Nic to cause
him to become an addict and what David and his family could have done
differently. The bottom line is that no
one really knows the cause or the solution.
I found it interesting that bootcamp-type rehab facilities are among the
least effective. The AA philosophies
seem to be the most effective, but no addict is ever cured, so that the
possibility of relapse looms threateningly for the rest of his or her life. As hopeless as all this sounds, I found this
to be a beautiful book.
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