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Elizabeth Wurtzel published her memoir of depression, Prozac Nation, to astonishing literary acclaim. A cultural phenomenon by age twenty-six, she had fame, money, respecteverything she had always wanted except that one, true thing: happiness. For all of her professional success, Wurtzel felt like a failure. She had lost friends and lovers, every magazine job she'd held,Elizabeth Wurtzel published her memoir of depression, Prozac Nation, to astonishing literary acclaim. A cultural phenomenon by age twenty-six, she had fame, money, respecteverything she had always wanted except that one, true thing: happiness. For all of her professional success, Wurtzel felt like a failure. She had lost friends and lovers, every magazine job she'd held, and way too much weight. She couldn't write, and her second book was past due. But when her doctor prescribed Ritalin to help her focus-and boost the effects of her antidepressants -- Wurtzel was spared. The Ritalin worked. And worked. The pills became her sugar...the sweetness in the days that have none. Soon she began grinding up the Ritalin and snorting it. Then came the cocaine, then more Ritalin, then more cocaine. Then I need more. I always need more. For all of my life I have needed more... More, Now, Again is the brutally honest, often painful account of Wurtzel's descent into drug addiction. It is also a love story: How Wurtzel managed to break free of her relationship with Ritalin and learned to love life, and herself, is at the heart of this ultimately uplifting memoir that no reader will soon forget....

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  • Donna
    2019-04-05 23:25

    I get the impression that most of the people who hate this book have little or no experience with addiction. Yes, of course, Wurtzel comes across as self destructive. That's the point. You think people decide one day that a drug addiction would make their life better? It is really, REALLY hard to watch someone you care about make extremely bad, extremely stupid choices over and over and over. Wurtzel lets you get into her head while she's making these extremely bad choices. I think the idea is to give people who DON'T have these issues, or any experience with them, a glimpse into the life of someone who does... but like Prozac Nation, I think she ends up only speaking to people who already get it. Which isn't necessarily a bad thing -- I read Prozac Nation when I was so depressed I could barely think, and it was just such a rush to read about someone who "got it". "More, Now, Again" probably speaks better to people who've faced addiction, or who have loved ones who do.

  • Mo
    2019-04-12 20:03

    Oh, it was awful and I couldn't put it down. I have a certain, shall we say, *affinity* for memoirs about really fucked up people. Wurtzel comes across as simultaneously annoying, manipulative, awful, spoiled, whiny, desperate, genuine, shallow, talented and fascinating. The horror, the horror...

  • y
    2019-04-17 21:29

    Make. her. stop. PLEASE!I picked up this book whenever I felt emotionally constipated - I'd read a few pages, get fed up with her incessant whining and her seemingly endless supply of self-pity, let out a roar of frustration and throw the book against the wall. Then I'd smile and go back to doing whatever I was doing before. It was cathartic in a twisted way, so I guess that's one positive thing I got out of this book...??I'm not a cold hearted bitch, and I tried really hard to not hate this book or Ms. Wurtzel's publishers for considering this worthy of publication - but what rubs me the wrong way is the lack of any sort of narrative organization in the book. I'm all for a realistic, just-the-naked-truth approach to memoirs, especially those that deal with the darker aspects of human nature, but this book is 300+ pages of self indulgent whining. There doesn't seem to be any WRITING in this book; rather, it reads like a transcription of Ms. Wurtzel's therapy sessions. Gosh, if this is all it takes to get published nowadays, we should publish the diaries of anyone and everyone with a self-destructive habit or two... ugh. I read this book over a year ago and it still manages to piss me off.

  • Mosey
    2019-04-21 22:23

    Someone here on "Goodreads" named Catherine wrote that "I don't freaking give a damn that she appeared whiny and self-absorbed to everyone else; the nature of depression and addiction lends itself to introspection that is hard to avoid." Thank you, Catherine. F***ing brilliant. I couldn't figure out how to defend this writing that I have loved for years while at the same time admitting that it, at times, is "whiny" and "self-absorbed". It may be whiny and self-absorbed but it is sooooo real and captivating and gritty. When I say gritty the thing I remember most about this book is the image of her on ritalin (awake for days on end) in her apartment that she called a treehouse, getting so obsessive-compulsive and focused and insane that she felt compelled to pull out her leg hairs with tweezers."I first read "Prozac Nation, loved it, then read "Bitch", which didn't seem like the same author. Bitch is more like a non-fiction non-sense tirade about feminism (which I love) but boring as hell. Then I read "More, Now, Again" where she reveals that while writing "Bitch" she was addicted to ritalin. Ok, that makes sense.

  • Gina
    2019-04-04 21:11

    Wurtzel is a self-absorbed ninny who writes too many memoirs.

  • stephanie
    2019-03-23 16:02

    DON'T FEED HER DRUG HABIT! this is another indulgence memoir that give memiors a bad name. she describes how she finished her earlier book, bitch, by getting high first on ritalin, and then on coke. she never takes responsibility for anything, she blames the world and not herself, and I HATE HER.

  • L Dub
    2019-04-08 00:23

    This is the real story of addiction. This is what A Million Little Pieces failed to convey. She finally learns humility and loses a sense of entitlement, and that is a growing experience that most spoiled Americans would benefit from. I believe the real addiction is that of consumption. As individuals we medicate ourselves with food, drugs, shopping, attention-seeking behavior etc. We try to replace people with things because we've grown to distrust others and refuse to appear vulnerable. Pride is our sickness, and it's harder to give up than any bad habit.

  • Jalyssa Elliott
    2019-04-19 23:06

    I'm not finished and I may be biased but I'm adding my two cents anyway. I see a lot of complaining about Elizabeth Wurtzel being a self indulgent, whining writer who writes too many memoirs. Let me be objective in this and not take into consideration Bitch or Prozac Nation. Had I never read those books I would have still fallen in love with this book. Why? Why even though she whines, blames others for her emotional issues, prattles on in a non-linear way that doesn't seem to be exactly heading toward a clear solution or ending, is self indulgent in her writing style regardless of who may or may not be reading the material?Easy. Everything I have just described is the nature of addiction. It is honest. It is unflinching. It is raw and it is real. What addict do you know of to be pragmatic and objective in the midst of active addiction? Since when has an addict who is waist deep in a binge stopped and went, "You know? I should really have considered so-and-so's opinion before I said that to them."? Who I ask?The nature of addiction is selfish. It is self-destructive and indulgent. It is erratic and self-indulgent. It is balls deep in "Poor me" and "If only you hadn't (fill in the blank)". Had she told her story any other way it wouldn't have been real or true to her experience and I respect her guts for telling it the way it actually happened in the voice that it actually occurred in. If you are looking for the run of mill story of addiction where the protagonist falls, suffers and then makes a miraculous recovery through rigorous 12-step work and then realizes the meaning to life in some profound way and is completely transformed - tada!- this book is not for you.

  • Peachy
    2019-04-09 18:28

    More, Now, Again may often seem like merely arrogant, spoiled brat, stream-of-conscious writing, but it is also an honest and accurate account of the narcissistic, contrived and ingenuitive life of an addict drowning in psychosis and a disengaged

  • Amanda
    2019-04-18 18:12

    i had been interested in reading this for more than a year, after hearing that Elizabeth Wurtzel got sober in AA after writing Prozac Nation, but I decided to buy it when I started taking Adderall. Wurtzel's story begins when she is prescribed Ritalin to treat "treatment resistent depression" like I was, and I was very interested to read about her experience, especially because taking this new medication makes me feel a little embarrassed and nervous, as someone in recovery. The good news is that, while I identified pretty much constantly with the experience of addiction in the book, I was reassured of my own healthy consumption of ADHD meds for depression because I have had no desire, thoughts, or compulsion to abuse, much less snort, my Adderall. As a big memoir fan, I really enjoyed this one. More importantly, I have read many memoirs of addicts and addiction and this is definitely one of the best, comprable to Dry by Augusten Burroughs. Obviously I'm biased, but it really annoys me when authors describe their experience with incredible detail, depth, and self-reflection, only to claim in the last 50 pages that they are not an addict, did not need a 12 step program, etc. (I'm referring here to Smashed, A Drinking Life by Pete Hamil, and to a lesser extent The Tender Bar. Jack London's John Barleycorn belongs in a category of self-indulgent denial and dated silliness all to itself.) Besides being an excellently insightful and true to life account of Wutzel's addiction, the author's searing intelligence, world-class education, and impeccable literary knowledge kept me deep in thought by providing countless references and quotes (from songs, novels, poetry, pop culture). Wurtzel's profound understanding of the nature of addiction combined with the above mentioned talents allow her to make many of her own accute observations into awesome sobriety sound bites.Some of my favorites:"That's the main difference between depression and addiction, as far as I can tell: depression is full of need, and addiction fulfills that need.""Most drug addicts who stay clean will tell you that they did all the things they were supposed to, they went to meetings, they took care of themselves, but in the end it really was some higher power that pulled them through. In the end, it was grace.""I started using cocaine because I liked some guy. It was the middle of the day, he was at work, and I'd call. He'd say, I'm in a meeting, honey - he's call me honey because he liked me too - and he'd say, I'll call you in five. Five would turn to ten and then twenty more minutes and I'd be a things fall apart before they start, and I'm always alone.""Here is how heroin - how all drugs - makes me feel: Quite simply, it makes me feel okay to be me. Here is how I feel not on drugs: I hate me. If anyone has ever been in love with me for real, I don't know about it. All I can remember is good-byes. Sometimes someone will be standing in front of me and already I feel him walking away. It's only a matter of time, so what's the point? I have no sense of presence, mine or anyone else's. But on drugs, I could feel that moment, I could be something besides nostolgic for the things that haven't happened yet. I could live here now."I could go on forever but the point is made. People say, and I agree, that reading one of the stories in the back of the book is like going to a meeting. I feel the same about good addiction memoirs, except better because the people who wrote the stories in the book are not, shall we say, professional writers. Wurtzel's story is very different from mine, but I identify with the feelings. Her experiences and insight on being an intellectual snob and playing semantic games to get out of looking at her shit, co-dependency in relationships and dating, relationships with friends and co-workers who are not addicts, and especially depression all interested me either because I've been there to some extent or I could be.

  • Ivy
    2019-04-13 00:14

    I have always had problems with people, with the whole human race. Is it because I'm scared to be hurt or because humans are often unfriendly, selfish and offending? I try so hard to be friendly and gentle, but don't seem to get this back very often. I'm very sensitive, which means that little things in life count and that I think too much about random things. I really wish to be more relaxed and laid back!Anyway, why am I telling this? I have read a section in Wurtzel's book that I really liked concerning the topic of being friendly:"And I find myself wanting to tell Pamela that I know she barely knows me, but she has no idea what I have been through in the last year, has no idea what I am going through right now. Pehaps for the first time in my life I understand the value of good manners: I understand that you must be polite to all people at all times because you never know what difficulties they might be struggling with at that precise moment, you never know how the slightest wrong thing that you say could be the last little iota it takes to send a person who is just barely holding it together into a complete breakdown. The one little mistake you make, bumping into someone as you walk busily across a crowded sidewalk, shoving a woman aside as you push your way into a crowded subway car, spilling red wine on someone else's white shirt because you weren't paying attention as you made your rounds trough a cocktail party - you never know if that misguided gesture might not be the reason some poor lost soul ends up in the looney bin."

  • Rlgraban
    2019-04-21 23:11

    Anyone who has delt with the mental health system in this country will understand the point that this book establishes - pills don't make the demons go away or the depression stop. It is then that too many people turn to addiction to quiet the darkness. For anyone who has been troubled with addiction, weather it be personal or someone in your life, and won will see the beauty in this book shows about the resilance of a womans character when all odds are pitted against her.

  • Hope
    2019-04-07 00:21


  • Alexandra
    2019-04-13 19:07

    From the first time I read the back cover of this book, I was hooked. Wurtzel's description of Ritalin as "sugar...the sweetness in the days that have none" mirrored ver batim my own experience with the drug. As a recovering addict, it was impossible not to be moved by Wurtzel's brutally honest and totally real account of her experience with the true nature of addiction - both the pain and the redemption. Yet I wouldn't be altogether surprised if to the average reader Wurtzel is seen as a self-absorbed, attention-seeking brat. For this reason I don't recommend this book to someone with no knowledge of or experience with addiction, not because the book isn't excellent but for that very reason. What makes this book great is Wurtzel's ability to verbalize the seemingly irrelavant details of what it is to be addicted. More, Now Again is not a pleasant read, and to the average person Wurtzel may seem anything but a heroine. But what may seem a depressing, drawn-out whine-fest to some is sure to grab the gut of the recovering addict. Wurtzel puts into words what we all feel, and will tell you truths about yourself that even you were not aware existed. You will laugh with her, cry with her, and ultimately cheer her - and yourself - on as she finds what all addicts so desperately long for - hope.

  • Lisa
    2019-04-04 16:01

    I loved prozac nation because I understood what she was going through and it was nice to read about someone elses problems instead of thinking of my own. so I was looking forward to reading this one as well. I really liked it even though I found her to be very annoying and often times I wish I could go through the book and ring her neck about the way she viewed some things but that is why i like her books so much because they make you feel even if you do not identify with what she is going through or not.

  • Marykickel
    2019-03-24 21:24

    Grow up and get a grip elizabeth wurtzel.

  • Jason
    2019-04-12 22:10

    Elizabeth Wurtzel made a name for herself with her depression memoir, Prozac Nation. This book is a retrospective look at her struggle with addiction. She was a polysubstance abuser, but she really got her start crushing and snorting ritalin. Perhaps she was ahead of her time in a sense (this was written 15 years ago), as prescription drugs like ritalin have become more and more frequently abused in the last decade. What was most impressive to me about this memoir was how well she was able to capture her mind set while using and craving drugs from a distance. She does not spare herself in this book, honestly portraying herself as a desperate, depressed, selfish addict who drove or tried to drive away nearly everyone who cared about her. But still, her humanity shines through, and you can't help but pull for her as she experiences her many and seemingly inevitably failures. The level of disclosure itself seems almost pathological - as if only by baring her worst self to everyone could she prove to herself that whoever is left won't abandon her when they find out how ruined she is. Unsurprisingly, she comes from a troubled family, feeling abandoned, misunderstood and unloved. Her relationships with men play this out and reinforce her belief that she can never be truly loved. She waits and waits for men, and the thing that makes the waiting bearable is drugs. It is hard to imagine what it must feel like to write something like this and have it in the world, read by millions, knowing that that many people know your secrets. Despite her obvious insecurity, it seems to be like an act of courage. I think about how hard it is for me to sing a personal song in a bar with 100 people in it, and reading this humbles me. When I finished it, I wanted nothing more in the world than for this woman to be ok, and because of when it was written, I realized I could find out immediately. So I went to the internet and was shocked to find that the book was generally panned. People found it self-absorbed and non-directional. It made me wonder if she had created so many enemies within the literary community with her addictive behavior that there was no one left to stick up for her. She hasn't written a lot in the last decade - she got a law degree and practiced a bit, and then seemingly out of nowhere fell in love and got married last year for the first time at age 47. It would seem a happy ending were it not for her breast cancer diagnosis 3 months before the wedding. To her credit, she described her cancer as not in the top 10 worst things that have happened to her, and it appears that after buying into the AA/NA lifestyle, she has remained clean. Kids, don't do drugs.

  • victoria
    2019-03-22 17:14

    Let me DEFEND my wurtzel girl here kids.I think that her publishers had a lot to do with this book being a redemption story when all was said and done.Being that BITCH was such a....well....coked up little wander through Wurtzel's rathering refreshing Bad Girl take on the big scary F word---maybe her long-suffering friend & agent Lydia just didn't want another nightmare book tour--wurtzel missing her connection to Sweden and ending up buying expensive scarves and alchohol in Iceland instead, crashing out on the doubleday couches with old chinesse food and an adorable yet tiresome attitude, pissing everyone off including old friends lovers and drug connections all over the city, slutting her way through yet another rehab. You know maybe her agent just saw a chance for her to make a little more money before she started Law School at Yale.Maybe this was all in the end a part of a reputation make over for the lovely and talented Ms. Wurtzel. Her beauty should not be held against her. People always do that---they think, "She is SO pretty that she doesn't have to PAY for her mistakes like the rest of us." Well, I think she has paid plenty & now she's enjoying the benefits of her hard work. Despite the general feeling the reader may have of stories not being told her---it still has the essential lizzie goodness---cool music quotes, literary references, wacky tales of travel family and county jail, time spent in hotel rooms and bars. Hey...there's even married MEN and PORN.What more could you ask?Nice one Liz! What's your retainer?=)

  • John
    2019-03-22 17:25

    Although our main character "Liz", in this memoir is every bit as self-absorbed and disagreeable as the "Liz" in that other paean to the self, "Eat, Pray, Love", her humanity is front and center on every page and as a reader I was feeling what she felt and generally understanding the sometimes reasonable, sometimes ridiculous points of view she held on the book's action.This is some bravado writing, well-executed and detailed to the point of obsession. It is a tour of a human spirit in free fall. I recall Rimbaud as a point of reference, and Wm S Burroughs as a comparison view. Liz is one tortured soul throughout, but thoughtful, well-meaning and failing miserably.I have read so many memoirs of addiction (Rock Bios, mainly) that none of the revelations are new. What's new here is the level of analysis and introspection. Ms Wurtzel seems to figure it all out as she progresses (and she does progress). Now, that's interesting. A story arc with a pot of gold at the end.Frailty, vanity, emotional blindness, self-deception, deceit, self-destruction, selfishness: these qualities are all so human and they are acted out and discussed in a detailed, logical sequence. Good luck, Liz, you're a lot like all of us.

  • Stephen McQuiggan
    2019-04-02 16:04

    Lizzie Wurtzel is a successful, wealthy young woman whose first book brought her fame along with critical acclaim. But Lizzie has problems, problems that only seem to go away when she gets high - so Lizzie decides to try and make them stay away for good. This is so honest it is almost embarrassing to read - akin to publishing your diary, warts and all. She is demanding, unreasonable, arrogant, loud, obnoxious, insufferable and yet somehow still loveable. Her self analysis is as touching as her opinions of others are funny. The relapse section, where she tersely falls back into cocaine use after four months of hard won abstinence is tragic in its matter of fact inevitability. The mess that is her life is quite spectacular, but nothing is shied away from or deemed too personal - sex, her parents, her clingy desperation. it's easy to dismiss this as the whinging of a spoilt brat, but hurt is hurt is hurt; rarely has it been so well expressed. At times depressing, the book ends with a beginning rendering it ultimately inspirational.

  • Giulia
    2019-04-13 00:13

    Elizabeth Wurtzel's honesty is worth praising, she brings up several things caused by her addiction that many would not even tell their therapist about. She describes to us what an awful person addiction turns you into.However, most of this book is, in my personal opinion, poorly written. This book could easily have been reduced by a hundred pages. She gets very repetitive, she re-describes her issues and past over and over again. And how awful everyone is, and how awful she is. A loop of misery. And even during her last bit of recovery she does not take full responsibility of her previous actions. There's always a reason or an excuse. But maybe that¨s the whole point, maybe that's just how someone with an addictive personality is.But in the end it stopped becoming a memoir of addiction, and more of a personal rant about her life. If this book had been edited better, it would probably have been worth 3-4 stars. All I can say is that it's an easy read and somewhat interesting.

  • Drowndolly
    2019-04-07 21:08

    I absolutely hated this book! I finished it because I hate starting books and never finishing them. I wouldn't recommend this to anyone. In this book, she's whiny and blames everyone else for her problems and NEVER takes responsibility for herself and her own actions. I think that's one reason why I hate the book so much. It doesn't seem fitting to call it a "memoir".

  • Lillian
    2019-03-23 22:24

    This book kind of makes me sick. The author is so self involved and fucked up and it totally sucks me in. Interesting documentation on addiction, but really more like a theraputic diary written and left lying out for someone to find and take pity on the author- and maybe should have been kept that way. I will finish it though.

  • BookActivist
    2019-03-30 23:10

    I'm almost done with this book, and well I HATE IT. It' horribly written. She drags ON AND ON about something little. Written as though she is bragging about how her life was.Well it's been almost 7 months now since I've started this book and well I'm still in the spot I was when I wrote the first page of this review. I would NOT recommend this book to ANYONE. She is a HORRIBLE writter.

  • Sigrid Ellis
    2019-03-29 19:20

    It's hard to say what I think of this book. I like it, certainly, but it's not the kind of thing that lends itself to "like" and "good." It's terrifically effective. Reading Wurtzel's description of what her life of addiction was like while she wrote Bitch makes me feel like I don't want to read Bitch -- however good it may be. I think I'd spend the book pondering Wurtzel in her succession of Florida apartments, or in her publisher's office, snorting an eightball of coke a day and going out of her mind.I spent a huge amount of time reading this books laughing in pained recognition of the logic of the addict. I love junkie logic; it's so damn familiar to me. But I can't swear that this book will make any kind of sense, or be anything but frustrating, to someone who does not understand that the only important thing on earth is to get the next hit of the drugs that makes you feel sane, that makes you feel normal, that makes you feel less, that makes you feel nothing at all but the chemicals you just inhaled. If you don't get that, if you've never felt that way, then you probably won't enjoy Wurtzel's book. God knows I wanted to kick the woman across the room half the time, even in my sympathy.But her prose is letter-perfect, her honesty forces you to share her life intimately, and her experience of addiction is a compelling read.

  • S.
    2019-03-24 00:17

    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'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

  • DoctorM
    2019-04-15 22:13

    Well, I've been reading Wurtzel since the mid-90s, and she was always a hot train-wreck girl. I still remember her showing up on the chat show Jon Stewart had back c. 1995 in a much-too-short skirt, all crazed eyes and bitchy-funny stories. And of course I was wildly entranced by the notorious cover photos for "Bitch". So I was expecting great things here--- over-the-top meltdown tales. Alas, though--- far too much about addiction and not enough train-wreck depravity--- i.e., no hot over-the-top debauchery. Just...drugs and twelve-stepping. Tales of redemption are, in the end, boring. For someone as hot as Wurtzel was in the '90s, the book should've been filled with Tales O' Sluttiness. I'm sure there must be Self-Knowledge and Redeeming Moments of Fearless Personal Inventory here, blah blah blah. But I feel cheated--- I wanted Tales O' Sluttiness. Call this one a waste.

  • Sarah
    2019-04-12 19:02

    After her last book I had no intention of ever reading anything she wrote again...then she came to speak at my school a few years ago. She wasn't all that impressive (arrived over an hour late), seemed out of whack. After about 20 min though she started talking to everyone who stuck around like we were old friends and she was no one special. Very down to earth... I didn't even know this book existed until that day and I decided to give her another chance. I'm glad I did because this book was amazing. It is raw and real and that's all there is to it. No glorification or minimization of the subject which is something that seems to be a trend in many real-like accounts written on the subject. I was sad to buy it for .99 cents because I thought it was worth so much more...

  • Gemma
    2019-03-21 22:23

    I love how unapologetically difficult she is. Especially when she is using, but even when she is sober, she's so smart and so selfish and so funny and so insecure, it's wonderful to watch her slowly get it, slowly wake up to her own life. I wish we all could so lucidly describe our own moments of self-awareness. We might learn a lot from each other. And ourselves.I also have a soft spot for Wurtzel because of Bitch, and secondarily because of Prozac Nation, and because of my nostalgia for the 90s. I don't know that you need that context to enjoy the book, but it deepened my pleasure for sure.

  • Eveline Chao
    2019-04-02 20:19

    I made the mistake of reading this first instead of Prozac Nation or Bitch. You should probably read one of those first. Nonetheless this was voyeuristically fascinating & there are some insane things in here, like when she gets to the point where she's doing piles of coke & practically living at her publishing company's midtown offices & one of the assistants picks up her drug deliveries from the lobby. When she goes to rehab it gets boring, esp. if you've already read a lot of rehab books (James Frey, Augusten Burroughs, even the rehab scenes from Infinite Jest, etc.)