The Fury


I finally picked up James Frey's "A Million Little Pieces." It has been on my recommendation list over at Amazon.com and it really peeked my interest. In case you haven't heard of it, (can I get the address of that rock?) it a memoir about the author's six week stay in a rehab clinic.

The reason I bring it up is that I'm a little nervous by how well I relate to this character and the issues involved. I've spoken to some others who are reading this dark and dismal tale and they seem to come away with a, "oh my god, the poor guy, I'm so blessed, I'm so lucky, that's not me..." type of response. They can't relate. They can't see themselves wanting to drink until their body can't function; they can't fathom trying to subdue the "Fury" they've had with drugs and drink.

I'm afraid to admit that I can. It scares me that I have this same Fury as the author. We both remember this feeling of internal resentment, hatred, and blinding rage going back years and years into early childhood. While I generally present as a happy positive guy, it's only when I'm drinking that I can feel free of this nagging frustration and contempt (for myself and others).

I don't know the origin of my fury, but suspect it's related to a medical condition I had when I was younger. Without going into details, it resulted in very few friends, being tormented by others, very low self-concept, and a fear of not being accepted by others. (In college I remember priding myself on being a chameleon and manipulating myself into whoever there people I was with wanted me to be. As long as I could keep my different circles of "friends" apart, I was golden, especially when I could drink them all under the table.) My Fury is related to this in that I am set into a rage whenever I feel as though I am seen as a fool, outcast, or lesser person, or when I perceive that I'm being spoken to as an idiot (it's the tone of voice, it's very subtle and my dad uses it. So does his dad. So do I.)

For the record, there are some minor differences between myself and Mr. Frey: he started drinking at age 10, graduated to crack cocaine within a few years; he spent the last few years before rehab on the street, much of that time he's totally forgotten; he was wanted in three states; he lost his virginity to a prostitute while still in high school. The list goes on.

Anyway, I'm not saying it's a "problem" in the most severe sense, but I've always known there is the potential. I don't think it's gotten to the level of having to quit having a drink here and there, but I must explore this issue of this "Fury."

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I've heard that this book is amazingly powerful - especially for people who skirt the edge of escapism into obsession/addiction. But, it's always good to find yourself in others - and this way you know what's further down that road and so you don't need to go there.

Madam Sakura said...

Wow...what an intimate entry...I really should read that book, it sounds like perhaps I couldrelate to it as well...

Lurid said...

After this introspective post, I'm interested to read your review of the book. How far into it are you?

Also, regarding your comment on my blog--I hope your sleep life and your dreams become less constrained, more free...I know what havoc that can wreak on a person.

-J

Abreu, Jorge said...

I've been wanting to check that book out for awhile and after reading this post, I might just go n pick it up today... Great post. Also, I don't have that same fury for drinking as opposed to somem else.