In a searing critique of the War on Drugs and other attempts to eradicate "getting high, " Lenson ventures outside the conventional genres of drug writing and looks at the drug debate from a lost, and often forbidden, point of view: the user's. Walking a fine line between the antidrug hysteria prevalent in our culture and an uncritical advocacy of drug use, he describes in provocative detail the experiences and dynamics of drugs of pleasure and desire.
In a searing critique of the War on Drugs and other attempts to eradicate "getting high, " Lenson ventures outside the conventional genres of drug wri...
Why, during the last two hundred years, when critical achievement in the field of tragedy has been outstanding, has there been little creative practice? David Lenson examines the work of various writers not ordinarily placed in the tragic tradition--among them, Kleist, Goethe, Melville, Yeats, and Faulkner--and suggests that the tradition of tragedy does continue in genres other than drama, that is, in the novel and even in lyric poetry.
The notion of tragedy's migration from one genre to others indicates, however, rather sweeping modifications in the theory of tragedy. Achilles'...
Why, during the last two hundred years, when critical achievement in the field of tragedy has been outstanding, has there been little creative prac...
Why, during the last two hundred years, when critical achievement in the field of tragedy has been outstanding, has there been little creative practice? David Lenson examines the work of various writers not ordinarily placed in the tragic tradition--among them, Kleist, Goethe, Melville, Yeats, and Faulkner--and suggests that the tradition of tragedy does continue in genres other than drama, that is, in the novel and even in lyric poetry.
The notion of tragedy's migration from one genre to others indicates, however, rather sweeping modifications in the theory of tragedy. Achilles'...
Why, during the last two hundred years, when critical achievement in the field of tragedy has been outstanding, has there been little creative prac...