It's so good and so exact, writes Gideon Lewis-Kraus in the New Yorker's book blog, that it makes you actually consider doing smack.
What most drug books don’t do is make the reader, upon closing the book, feel as though he or she really ought to think more seriously about experimenting with drugs. Any critic with a sense of social responsibility, then, has got to have some qualms about conceding that Michael W. Clune’s “White Out: The Secret Life of Heroin” is as good as it is.
The memoir follows Clune on his journey of addiction and recovery, written with only a sort of miasmic sense of plot. Amazon calls it "orginal," "edgy" and — whuddya know! — "literary" and that the book serves as a unique vistor's pass into the knifing mind of a heroin user.
Clune's evidently an interesting guy. His next memoir, according to his Case Western Reserve faculty page, is called Gamelife and centers on the idea of computer games as spiritual education. (His office hours are probably the sheeeit.)
White Out was published last month by the publishing arm of Hazelden, a network of addiction-treatment centers.