By Sam Lansky
Sharply humorous and compulsively readable, The Gilded Razor is a “powerful addition to the literature of energetic habit and restoration” (New York Times bestselling writer invoice Clegg) from debut writer Sam Lansky.
The Gilded Razor is the genuine tale of a double existence that New York Times bestselling writer George Hodgman referred to as “virtuosic.” via the age of seventeen, Sam Lansky was once an all-star scholar with Ivy League aspirations in his ultimate yr at an elite big apple urban prep tuition. yet a foul dependancy to prescription drugs spiraled quickly uncontrolled, compounded via a string of reckless affairs with older males, leaving his vivid destiny in jeopardy. After a terrifying overdose, he attempted to straighten out. but as he journeyed from the glittering streets of new york, to a desolate tract boot camp in Utah, to a psych ward in New Orleans, he in basic terms came across extra possibilities to create chaos—until eventually, he started to face himself.
within the vein of Elizabeth Wurtzel and Augusten Burroughs, Lansky scrapes away at his personal existence as a tender addict and exposes profoundly common anxieties. advised with amazing sensitivity, biting humor, and unrelenting self-awareness, The Gilded Razor is a coming-of-age tale of searing honesty and lyricism and “one of the simplest photos in regards to the implacable strength of dependancy” (Susan Cheever, bestselling writer of Drinking in America).
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She referred to as a motor vehicle carrier to take her again to New Jersey, and as she acquired into town automobile, she checked out me. “I’m so happy,” she acknowledged. “I’m so satisfied this occurred. ” Her face cut up right into a smile. “I’ll see you actually quickly, ok? ” That evening I despatched messages to a man I’d met the former spring: a Broadway manufacturer with a spacious residence on principal Park West. He used to be silver-haired and a bit portly. I had felt terrified jogging via his foyer, I remembered, simply because a chum from college lived in that very same building—what if she observed me and requested what i used to be doing there? yet I didn’t care anymore. i may hardly ever take into account the individual to whom such things as that had mattered. He invited me over, so I went, already inebriated, getting nauseated within the backseat of a taxi. whilst he opened the condominium door, i may already listen the groans of pornography. He close the door in the back of me. A pile of cocaine sat on a silver replicate. “Have a few candy,” he acknowledged. I did a line. “More,” he acknowledged. I did one other. He kissed me at the mouth, biting my lip. “Good task, child. ” I him into his bed room. there have been boys already there, mendacity on his mattress: bare and hairless. Porn was once taking part in at the tv there, too. It was once an excessive amount of visible facts, an excessive amount of intercourse to absorb straight away. one of many boys, i spotted abruptly, used to be within the video enjoying at the tv; I the tattoo on his hip from the reveal to the mattress and again back. “Why are you continue to donning outfits? ” the manufacturer acknowledged. He sounded exasperated. “Strip. ” He wiped his gums. I peeled off my blouse, then pants, then lingerie. He checked out me appraisingly, as if I have been a convey horse. “You’re cuter than the final time,” he acknowledged. either one of the men at the mattress laughed. “That’s a shitty praise, Richard,” one in all them acknowledged, sniffling. I felt vivid—like I have been dwelling in monochrome and abruptly came upon myself in colour. Richard. That used to be his identify. “Richard,” I acknowledged. He grew to become to stand me. I whispered in his ear. “I wish for the evening. ” “My boys get no matter what they want,” he stated. He shoved my head down. “So do I. ” 9 whereas I’d been in Portland, I’d been invited to affix an internet workforce of incoming Vassar beginners; I had traded a sequence of turn messages with a woman named Annalise von Tegerfelden. Her picture confirmed her in a leotard, posing in a excellent arabesque. She’d written that her pursuits have been “ballet and Klonopin,” which I enjoyed. “Write me whilst you’re again within the city,” she stated. “We’ll have beverages. ” while I did, she prolonged a suggested invitation. “I’m so bored tonight,” she acknowledged, as popular as though we have been associates for years. “Just come over. ” Her family’s house was once in a city condo within the East Seventies, close to Lexington, luxuriously grubby—shelves crowded with previous books, a velvet couch. Annalise wore a bit black gown, her lengthy darkish hair pooling on her shoulders. She was once sharp-featured and tiny, with a ballerina’s build—she had spent postgrad years dancing in a Parisian ballet corporation, she stated. She was once already a bit tipsy, an opened bottle of crimson wine on a chest within the lounge.