Or maybe the drugs had limited his sight. If luck has anything to do with it, he has a very short supply. It isn’t easy to find hope in this narrator’s life. Who could blame them, when they feel that harmony can only be achieved in an anesthetized world? If anything, all they want is an escape from the reality of life through drugs. Georgie is not exactly the hero type both he and the narrator aren’t seemed interested in popularity or simple acknowledgment. A feat even the doctor on duty waived to accomplish. Yet with unflinching resolve, Georgie was able to pull out a knife sticking from a man’s eye, rendering no complications. Both men are drug abusers, furnishing their vice by stealing from the hospital’s cupboard. He shares the midnight shift with his friend Georgie, an orderly. The sixth story, Emergency, speaks of the anonymous narrator while working as a clerk in a hospital.

I mean that he couldn’t tell me what he was dreaming, and I couldn’t tell him what was real.”

I don’t mean that we all end up dead, that’s not the great pity. “And therefore I looked down into the great pity of a person’s life on this earth. Behind his manic condition, the narrator manages to be sensitive and listen to people earnestly, make out what they are trying to say. The stories hold a certain sort of sadness that urges for a cure –something less than tangible, but sincere. They are not tedious, mind you, but they aren’t funny either. And although they are not arranged chronologically, there’s an established cohesiveness as much as any drug-addled narrator can finitely recount.

Both the song and the book depict a person’s struggle with addiction.Īll eleven stories are hallucinatory in nature. This collective work took its title from Lou Reed’s song Heroin, “ When I’m rushing on my run, And I feel just like Jesus’ son.” I never liked the rendition, but the lyrics are pretty awesome.

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