Prozac Nation's Elizabeth Wurtzel can write. the only problem, of course, is that the writing is all about addiction, addiction, addiction, problem, problem, problem, me, me, me. well, I guess I admit that it's not for everyone. but I also believe the skill involved in writing something like this is actually underrated-- just try it, you know, just try it. write about your coffee habit or cigarettes, and you'll see, it's not all that easy. no creativity is!
although today Wurtzel looks kinda washed up (post-drug addictee)
there is an achievement here. feel like to some degree I am playing the defense here against the storm of Wurtzel skeptics, but well, a lot of people did finish this book.
it's Sylvia Plath's Bell Jar updated (and in one section, does seem to consciously echo the Plath section on the Rosenbergs; deliberate imitation of an unpopular cause)...
maybe I'm too oversympathetic. but well, I guess I will actually read Prozac Nation one day